sneak peak...

Real time -- falling in love for the first time, having an accident, losing out on a job, having a kid -- is always silently bad or good. There is no spectacle for the pain or the happiness, it's only amplified by the intrinsic. Why is that? Why can't music be there to punctuate it? Nothing in life is as magical as a music video. Even when it looks like one – a muted one. That’s how Cassidy felt when they broke into Turvy’s inground pool. Three friends and her -- young firm, prime -- ripping off their summer clothes, releasing pony tails and hat hair, jumping in the pool half naked in clothes that will render transparent when water-logged. The thrill of being caught in someone else's backyard. There should have been some punk song blaring, a shaky camera, underwater kissing. But there wasn’t. Real time is just splashes and laughter, and Noodles ploughing down the diving board; his duck feet clapping the end before he becomes a falling cannon ball.