SCRIPT DEMO : HOW TO BECOME A STAR
MAN
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I felt a wave of sadness wash over me. I had ruined the "garment of love" my friends had meticulously crafted; the tufts of fur and flower petals were now drenched and clinging loosely to my spines. It felt as though I couldn't truly hold onto anything, not even the simplest form of softness. Eagle, noticing my dejection, asked what was wrong. I told him that my own recklessness had destroyed the cotton coat my friends made for me, and in doing so, I had put everyone in danger. I felt as if everything was slipping through my fingers.
"You see," Eagle said calmly, "that cotton coat was a gift offered to you. If you hadn't opened your heart to receive it, no amount of clutching would have kept it from falling away. If something is truly meant for you, it will find its way back. If it doesn't, it was never yours to begin with. But look at how your friends risked everything to save you. Their love hasn't vanished; it has simply taken a different shape. You possess it still, even if you haven't realized it yet. You can have countless cotton coats, but you might only encounter people who love you unconditionally once in a lifetime."
Perhaps I never truly lost it; perhaps it had simply transformed into the invisible embrace that now held me. He was right, yet I couldn't stop the self-reproach. This was a bitter lesson. I suddenly remembered someone telling me once that we must pay the price for our mistakes in exchange for lessons. The seeds of these lessons are bitter, but the fruit they bear is incredibly sweet. Now I understand why the words of those I've met always lead to a conclusion whether right or wrong for me to ponder. I had never experienced this before, but now I see that the world isn't as simple as people paint it to be. Is this the unspoken weight that Turtle and Fox carry? We've only just crossed a few forests, and yet we've encountered so much. What lies ahead? Does the sky hold stories as complex as the ocean and the forest? I don't know, and that unknown breeds both faith and a newfound sense of caution within me.
Eagle looked at me again. "Do not blame yourself. Perfection does not exist in this world. Without mistakes, there are no lessons, and without lessons, you can never find the right path. To walk a path that is 'always right' only to discover at the end that nothing was truly right at all... that is the real failure."
"Every reaction of hesitation or doubt," Turtle added, "is born from the experiences and stories of our past."
"Today may be sunny, but it could just as easily rain," Fox remarked. "You cannot predict what will happen. Whatever must come, will come. Look at me I tripped and fell countless times before I learned how to run and leap."
"Um... I have plenty of fur?" Dog chimed in with a grin. "Want me to make you a few more coats? Heheh."
Fox glared at him. "Hey! We're trying to comfort Hedgehog here, what are you talking about?"
"But I do have a lot of fur!" Dog insisted. "I can make enough so Hedgehog won't be sad anymore. We're still going to play together, right? Yah!"
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Is it true that we must always be right? Am I demanding an impossible perfection from myself? Behind those calm faces, my friends must have weathered countless storms, yet they never stop moving forward. Even when tears fall, their footsteps and wings press on. Everything has its flaws is that the very reason we are so alike? I looked at him, the one with the sleek, jet-black feathers. His cold, sharp aura seemed to harbor so many untold stories. Could we ever be like him, touching the vast expanse of the sky?He replied that he didn't know. He has wings, while we have our feet, our endurance, our love, and our passion. He turned to Turtle and added that he never expected to meet not just a turtle, but a group of strangers from such different worlds all quietly striving, just like him, to reach something others dismiss as "just a dream."
"My dream is beautiful; it paints illusions where truth and falsehood blur, giving me hope only to let me fall into disappointment. It is a longing that refuses to wake up or let these wings rest."
He confessed he didn't exactly know how we could grow wings to fly like him, but he was certain there were many paths: one could swim like Turtle, run like Fox, Dog, and me, or soar like himself. Since the horizon remains unseen, we simply keep moving.
"You're truly amazing," Dog barked. "You've gone so much further than us. I want wings too; it must be so cool." Why do you think so?" Eagle asked. "I don't feel that capable yet, for I still haven't touched the stars I long for.""Flying is exhausting!" Dog replied. "I get tired just from running. I can't imagine flying for so long, soaring toward a sun that is so blinding and hot. It just makes me want to go for a swim."
"True," Fox added. "The weather changes so much. Even the trees can hardly stand the summer sun. Someone who spends their days chasing starlight must be incredibly strong."
"Exactly," Turtle said. "I can only watch from beneath the lake, but you have truly drawn close to it."
Eagle looked at Turtle. "I know you come from the great ocean. I think you are the brave one. Even though your start was slow and late, you had the courage to leave the water just to reach for the stars things you only saw shimmering on the surface. I haven't even dared to fly across that ocean yet, not even for a moment."
I looked at Turtle. He is truly remarkable; I admire him so much. He knows so many things. Even when I skip around him, rambling about my stories, he never finds me bothersome. He accepts me joyfully and works so hard to move fast enough to keep up with my pace. To dare to leave the safety of the deep waters to pursue the sky... that was a decision of immense difficulty.
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I looked at Fox; he was badly hurt because of me. I anxiously asked Dog if he knew of any plants that could heal. Dog mentioned a specific berry, but it was a long way off. I could see Dog was exhausted too, and I wished I were as large as him so I could race through the forest to fetch the medicine myself. I asked for the directions and a description, but Dog refused to let me go alone.
"I've got this," Dog said, wagging his tail. "Look at me—I'm running faster today than I did yesterday. I'm almost catching up to the stars! Besides, I'm worried about Fox. When those Two-Legged beings get hurt like this, their energy drops and they cry a lot. But Fox hasn't shed a single tear. It's strange." I knew Fox was simply hiding his pain so I wouldn't drown in guilt. I could only offer a silent prayer of thanks. I was determined to find the finest berries for him; I didn't know much about the fruit, but I knew exactly how much I could trust Dog.
We journeyed past countless trees and blossoms until we reached a fork in the path. At first, I saw nothing.
"Where are they?" I asked. Dog just grinned, pushed aside a thick bush, and revealed a cluster of fresh, vibrant berries. "I hid them here," he whispered.
"Why?"
"Not many people know what these are for," Dog explained. "I hid them so no one would accidentally destroy them out of curiosity. We'll need them for many things later."
"Weren't you afraid someone would find them?"
"Hehe, treasures are always in the last place people look. I used to bury my toys in the dirt, but with berries like these, I was afraid I'd crush them."
I carefully picked every berry, cradling them in my arms. Dog asked why I didn't just carry them on my back. I told him I wanted Fox to have them perfectly intact, without a single scratch. Dog, worried his speed would cause them to fall, tried to gather leaves to wrap them, but it was too difficult. He looked at me and said he knew a place where the Two-Legged beings used to stay there might be some of those thin, colorful cloths (plastic or fabric) he often saw on his walks. He told me to wait while he checked. But I couldn't let him go alone; I was too worried he'd run into danger.
We reached a clearing and found various strange objects scattered about. Dog spotted a long scarf, the color of blooming flowers. It was snagged deep in a corner, and he couldn't pull it free. I climbed down, slid along the fabric, and managed to unhook it. We looked at each other and smiled; we both knew this would keep Fox so warm. Since the scarf was so long it dragged on the ground, I held the end of it to help him. It felt like the "fur coat" my friends had made for me, but this one felt like it would last much longer. As we ran, the wind whipped against me, but I didn't feel like I was falling anymore. I was holding onto friendship, facing everything head-on. I was no longer alone.
When we returned, Fox was chatting happily with Turtle. I felt a wave of relief; Turtle's gentle presence has a way of soothing any wound, whether visible or hidden. Dog, in a burst of excitement, tossed the scarf onto Fox.
"Wrap yourself in this! It's warm! I... uh... wove it from my own fur!" "Really?" Fox asked skeptically. "Hihi, what do you think?" "You went scavenging for junk again, didn't you?" "No way! This was Hedgehog's idea. He was afraid you'd be cold."
Fox looked at me with a strange, soft expression. "I'm just glad you made it back. Don't go wandering off without telling us next time." I handed him the berries
When we returned, Fox was chatting happily with Turtle. I felt a wave of relief; Turtle's gentle presence has a way of soothing any wound, whether visible or hidden. Dog, in a burst of excitement, tossed the scarf onto Fox.
"Wrap yourself in this! It's warm! I... uh... wove it from my own fur!" "Really?" Fox asked skeptically. "Hihi, what do you think?" "You went scavenging for junk again, didn't you?" "No way! This was Hedgehog's idea. He was afraid you'd be cold."
Fox looked at me with a strange, soft expression. "I'm just glad you made it back. Don't go wandering off without telling us next time." I handed him the berries. He ate them slowly, remarking that the taste was "unusual," yet he cradled the remaining fruit close to his chest. In that moment, I saw a flicker in his eyes was it a spark of realization, or was I just overthinking?
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Darkness fell so swiftly. In the blink of an eye, the sun vanished, leaving only a lingering glow in the sky. Before I knew it, the stars had already begun to peek through. I looked at Turtle: "Time flies so fast. I feel like I only stepped away for a moment."
"True," Turtle replied. "I was just talking to Fox, and when I turned back, the ground had already lost its golden hue."
"It's too fast!" Dog barked. "I still want to play. I want to pull time back."
Eagle looked down at Dog. "You cannot pull time back, Dog."
"Why not?"
"Time never stands still for anyone," Eagle said firmly. "Certain things are destined to arrive, and so they shall."
"But those Two-Legged beings have things on their wrists called 'watches'," Dog argued. "If I turn the hands backward, haven't I rewound time?"
"You're so silly," Fox scoffed. "Time here is invisible. Do you think the sun would stop moving just for you?"
"What's a 'watch'?" Turtle and I asked in unison.
"Um, it's what humans call time," Dog explained. "It has strange symbols called 'numbers,' and the sun moves according to them or so I guess. I once went into a watch shop and realized you can't actually buy more time. It made me sad. You can only give it to them to fix, but it always keeps moving forward, never backward. But I did notice that in winter, I get to sleep more because time feels slower, even though it's freezing."
"In this forest, many animals hibernate through the winter to wait for spring," Fox noted.
"Is it so cold that everyone sleeps? Does no one play together anymore?" Dog asked, his ears drooping.
"They want to," Eagle said, "but they cannot defeat nature. So they have grown used to it; it's a natural cycle."
"How about this winter, we all go out and play together?" I suggested.
"It's very cold, Hedgehog," Fox warned.
"Are you sure about that?" Turtle asked.
"Don't worry!" Dog exclaimed. "I'll fetch plenty of scarves to keep everyone warm." Then, he shot a sly, meaningful glance at Eagle. "Um, your feathers look very sleek... and very warm."
I didn't know exactly what was going through his head, but I suspect Fox did, because the two of them kept looking at each other and smirking. I turned to Turtle, who was also smiling. "Do you know why they're laughing?" I whispered.
"I think," Turtle replied, "they want to see if bird feathers can be made into scarves."
Eagle narrowed his eyes at Fox and Dog. "Why do you two keep smiling at me like that?"
"Hehe, nothing at all!" Dog chirped
We gathered around the fire, chatting and laughing as the sky turned to ink. While the other three were joking around, I pulled Eagle aside. "How are you so sure?" I asked quietly. "How can you be certain you can fly to the stars, into that blinding sunlight? How do you know you can do it?"
He looked at me, closed his eyes for a moment, and smiled. "I learned something from those who came before me," he said. "When I choose to spread my wings, I am not just flying by instinct. I am spreading them for the things I do not yet know. I have set myself free upon the winds, experiencing different layers of the air to give myself a chance to try to fly as far as I feel I should. You must try if you want to know how far or how high you can go."
I realized then that he and Dog were very much alike; they both have their own ways of 'trying.' Fox and Turtle are the same, and so am I. I have given myself the chance to pursue things that others might call strange or delusional. But I allow myself to dream, and those dreams led me to the real world to them. Everything began with the courage to believe in oneself. Every great thing starts from the smallest seed.
The song of the stars is beautiful, but it is infinitely better because they are there my beloved friends.
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