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[Scene opens on an isolated house at night. The house seems to be nearly in ruins. It�s a house made of wood. There�s smoke everywhere, almost like a fog. The sound of the wind blowing softly is heard in the background. The camera flies slowly to the house. The entrance door is destroyed so the camera flies through it. We are in what seems to be the kitchen of the house. The camera looks around and then focus on a figure sitting on the floor. The camera zooms on the figure. It�s a young man. He is wearing a black vest over a white t-shirt which tucked in his dark red leather pants, a black cord decorates his neck and he has black shoes at his feet. He looks like an Angel. His skin seems soft, almost delicate. His hair is of the golden colour. His knees are up to his chest. He looks up slowly. He has a shade of depression in his eyes with a mixture of sadness. He stares blankly in space. Then he slowly gets up.]
- Corey: �One of the most incredible gifts we have in this world, in this miserable world, is our memory. A sweet memory that makes you giggle, a cherished moment that make you smile, a happy moment that make you laugh. But most of the time, people think mostly about sad memories. The ones that make you feel blue. The ones that make you question your life. This is the power of memory. I have a memory in mind. It�s me fighting my best on the squared circle, me giving all that I have... And me going down without being able to do anything. I have been abused, screwed. This memory is going to stay in my mind for a while. It will be a source of motivation and force. I can still feel the fire that broke out that night... It�s in my veins, in my soul.� [Corey Farmer starts to walk slowly towards the living room. The camera focus on a little fire that breaks on the counter; old handkerchiefs which starts to burn. The camera then goes in the living room where there is a fire. A small one covering most of the room. L�Ange Roux sits down on the red couch found in the middle of the room. There�s a young boy, of about 12 years old, sitting next to him. Kevin is staring at the fire with a blank expression on his face. Corey also stares at the fire until a piece of paper falls on his lap. He is taken out of his stare and picks up the piece of paper. A little and weak smile appears on his angelic visage.] - Corey: �A second chance? Should I believe in it? What guarantees that I�m not going to be abused again? What if I give it all my best and get screwed again? Should I seize this opportunity to go on with my passion or should I let it go and forget all about it?� - Kevin: �Nothing guarantees it.� - Corey: �Life is a succession of little surprises, sometimes good sometimes bad... but in the end, that�s what make life such a gift. I disenchanted... How can I be more than that? I have this fire burning inside of me; screaming and yelling to get out, to develop itself into merciless bloody beatings like only I can deliver. The Angel who doesn�t bleed, The Angel who can give out hells of bloody beatings.� - Kevin: �You�re not invincible.� - Corey: �Even though I don�t bleed. I feel the pain of the hits, I�m wear down by sledgehammers and other weapons in the like. There are times when I�m not at my best, others when I�m misfocused... But these moments are seldom. I have the love of my fans which encourage me more than ever, which is an incredible source of power for me.� - Kevin: �Are you going then?� [Corey looks down at the piece of paper in his hand. He then looks around as the fire is devastating the house. Pieces of wood are flying and falling almost everywhere. Photos, paintings and letters burning away leaving nothing but ashes. The camera zooms out as Corey Farmer; L�Ange Roux walks out of the living room. The young Kevin follows slowly. We are now in an open part of the house. It seems like it used to be a room but now it�s in ruins. There is no roof and almost no walls. There�s a slightly long and large table though. The smoke is still going around like a light fog. Corey climbs on the table and kneels down on both knees. He places the piece of paper down in front of him. Kevin�s face seems to brighten up as a very little smile starts to appear.] - Corey: �I will never forget what happened. How the abuse of power affected me. I did my best and I should have been the victor, but I�ve been abused and screwed. These two words are stuck in this memory I despise so much. Abused and screwed. Two words I vow not to encounter again.� - Kevin: �Are you seizing the second chance?� - Corey: �If my destiny is to go on with my passion even though I have a shadow of disenchantment over my soul... So be it.� [The camera flies closer to L�Ange Roux. Corey stares at the piece of paper for a moment. Then he glances at Kevin. The latter approaches and hands L�Ange Roux a feather pen with red ink at its writing point. Corey Farmer signs the paper. A little smile appears on his face. He climbs down the table and slowly walks out of the house going out in flames. After a moment the house is completely destroyed. But then, the camera notices something. Something flying and heading towards us. It�s a piece of paper it seems. It falls down on the grass. The camera approaches and zooms on the heading of the paper; it says...] �XWF CONTRACT.�
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