Lya Marie settles back on the chintz couch, pondering... she definitely wants to meet writers too... no pervs, of course, she has enough. Her right hand massages the arch of her back. It has been bothering her for she has been sitting watching films, scribbling scripts all day... She sighs. She just wants to tone down, perhaps talk with somebody about forget-me-nots or Neruda or anything... under the amber moonlight by some rooftop... just somebody now...