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PERFORMANCE TASK - FICTION

Stories of beginnings are a delight to read. It brings people to doors leading to
uncountable possibilities. You are a movie writer who is currently assigned to write for a
romantic comedy film. Your goal is to create a scene of a Meet-Cute. Your target
audience include the movie producers and directors. The challenge is to explore
different possibilities of meet-cutes that will be essential for the script to move forward.
You will need to write a flash fiction utilizing the elements, techniques, and literary
devices. A commendable narrative must be fresh, original, shows the use of elements,
techniques and literary devices and captivating to read and imagine in film.

Meet-Cute (noun) an amusing or charming first encounter between two characters

that leads to the development of a romantic relationship between them.

WRITING INSTRUCTIONS:
1. You will be writing a scene ONLY, not a whole story.
2. You have the option to do this as an individual, as a pair or a group of three
people ONLY.
3. The scene required is a meet cute (refer to the definition above for your
reference).
4. Key elements, techniques and modes of fiction like setting, characters, conflict,
action, dialogue, etc. must be evident in your scene. Incorporating these as well
as the overall work will be the subject for grading.
5. Use the first person POV, assuming the perspective of your preferred character.
(example: if you want to be the male character, you will talk about your
encounter with the female character or vice versa)
6. Provide a title for your scene.
7. Provide a drawing that matches the scene. Have it in a separate sheet of short
bond paper.
8. Write your scene in a clean sheet of short bond paper. This activity is worth 100
points.
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SAMPLE WORK FOR REFERENCE:

REMEMBERING MY FIRST LAST LOVE (HER POV)

I met him on my birthday, as I was rushing to my Measurement and Evaluation class. Of course, he does not
know me but almost all the freshmen girls do. He debuted his existence on our acquaintance party. After showing
impressive guitar skills totaled with innate good looks and effortless charm, he became undoubtedly famous in just
three seconds of exposure on the stage.

Our first meeting was not chick-flick like. I was on a speeding spree because I was running late, and I collided
into him on a curve. Apparently, he was taking a casual stroll and the last thing on his mind would be a plain girl
throwing herself on him. Embarrassing is an understatement but there I was, flattening him in the concrete pathway
(not that my weight aided the gravity). Literally, I fell on him.

Movies dictate that our eyes lock, our hearts skip a beat, background music fades in an instantly, we become
the main characters of a rom com, but reality was on the driver’s seat so none of those happened.

Reality reiterated that our heads hit the ground, I scrape my elbow, my bag flies towards a thick santan bush,
and I lose my left shoe leaving me on Cinderella flair. All of these transpire in less than a minute. Adrenaline kicked in
and I found myself standing up, frantically in search of the shoe and the bag, stuttering an apology and hurrying away
again in the speed of a robber in motorcycle.

And yes, unlike the movies, I did not look back.

Only after another two years, I would find out that in that ridiculously unromantic meeting, he did turn to look
at me but would only catch a glimpse of my frizzy hair and the frills on my skirt.

REMEMBERING MY FIRST LAST LOVE (HIS POV)

I met her on my best friend’s birthday as I was walking towards my Trigonometry class. Of course, she doesn’t
know me but almost all my roommates from up North do. She debuted her existence on our acquaintance party. After
seeing her carry the stained and worn-out belongings and walk the elderly couple down the stairs from the gym in
spite of the burning stares from others and the stench from the old woman’s puke, she became undoubtedly
interesting in just a blink of an eye.

Our first meeting is the least I can possibly imagine. I was on a leisure walk because I was too early, and I
collided into her on a curve. Apparently, she was running late and perhaps, the last thing on her mind would be a guy
blocking her sense of direction. Embarrassing is an understatement but there I was, cushioning her from the concrete
pathway (not that my body aided the resistance on gravity). Literally, I fell with her.

My imagination dictates that I do not fall, instead, catch her in slow motion, sparks fly as we smile, fireworks
decorate the background or is it supposed to be wedding bells ringing? Never mind. Reality was on the driver’s seat
so none of those happened.

Reality reiterated that our head hit the ground, I scrape my butt, my water bottle cap loosens and stains my
homework, and I lose my Rubik’s cube underneath a thick santan bush. All of these transpire in less than a minute. She
stands up in a flash. I do, too. A slurred statement, shuffling, and she was gone before I was able to catch my breath.

In scenes like this, I normally resume my pace and walk on. But then, I did not.

Only after another two years I would find out that on that ridiculously unromantic meeting, she did look back
but would realize she was ten seconds late because I was already gone.
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JEREMIAH
It happened while we were filming an advertisement for our Fundamentals of Education course. My group
mates which included three Korean girls, Hye-Eun, Jinee, and Lisa, the Indonesian Charles and Kuya Philip, which
hailed from Mindoro, decided to make the College of Business building the backdrop for our ad. Prior to that, I
suggested the Art Park but it was locked, or the College of Nursing Plaza but it was teeming with our co-majors so COB
it was then. We agreed to meet 8:00 am the next Sunday.
I reached the COB building Sunday morning, around 7:30 am. I was too early. Being the director, I felt it was
my responsibility to go ahead of the pack. The lobby seemed deserted. The chirping of birds filled my ears. I closed my
eyes and savored the moment. That was when the doors swung open, and conversations and footsteps replaced the
aviary. I was startled a bit and quickly turned to expect my group mates arriving.
But it was not them.
Instead, it revealed three guys and two girls walking in my direction. The girls were in an animated discussion,
both of them wearing denim skirts and floral blouses. Two of the guys were trying to join in the conversation while the
last one was behind by a step, burning a hole in what appears to be a Casio, black earphones plugged in. All of them
are clad in a black and gold jacket.
Business majors, I uttered to myself. Well, I shouldn’t be surprised. It was their building after all. I wondered if
they knew I wasn’t one of them. They passed by me like I was non-existent. Thanks goodness. It was in my head. I felt
relieved.
I looked down the pebble-crusted floor and noticed a brown envelope. Naturally, I picked it up and my eyes
travelled to the now distancing crowd. I stood up and briskly walked, tapping the guy trailing behind. He slowed his
pace and eventually stopped. First, he took off his earphones and turned to me.
“What?”
He was tan. His brows were set in a parallel line, his expression confused. He was good-looking. Unfairly good-
looking. I felt like a personal assistant next to him. My heart almost jumped out from my chest.
“Y-You dropped this?” It sounded more like a question.
Still with the confused expression, he glanced at the envelope then to me and then to the envelope once
more. As he stretched his hand to take it, one of the girls called out to him, “Hey Aiah! What’s the hold-up?”
He curtly took the envelope, muttered an almost inaudible “Thanks” and continued walking.
“Sure.” I replied. “You’re welcome.”

SIAMESE CATS AND SECOND CHANCES

I was still nodding off even while walking to school and half-tripped when making the curb, almost bumping
into an elderly couple carrying hot beef buns, almost colliding with a university guy on bicycle, and almost falling on
a nearby ditch near the village playground.
As I passed by, I heard a faint sound. A sound that I was very certain. A sound that I had become familiar with
forever. The sharp ‘meow’ of a kitten.
Stopping in my tracks, I quietly listened. Letting my ear guide me, I reached a large santan thicket and noticed
a dark brown Velcro box. Half-curious and half-nervous, I pulled out the box and what I found staring at me with its
big, bluish, blinking eyes was a kitten, about two months old. It was a Siamese.
“Cupcakes!” I uttered, automatically covering my mouth, stifling a scream. It was the cutest creature ever. It
seemed that the poor adorable munchkin of a feline was abandoned. My ailurophilia kicks in, and I found myself
running back home to get some milk.
At home, I already had a cat. It was a lean, black cat with green eyes I named Chase. It has a mood of its
own and a temper like no other. But I felt it needed a companion. The abandoned Siamese kitten would be a perfect
fit.
Hurrying back to the playground with a bottle of milk and a shallow dish in my hand, I came slightly panting
from the sprint. I was about to take a step towards the direction of the newly found partner-to-be of my pet Chase
when I discovered a person petting the kitten in his arms.
I let out a gasp which was undeniably loud enough to catch the stranger’s attention. The person turned his
head to my direction. He looked at me poker-faced and his eyes traveled to the bottle and the dish in my hands. All
of a sudden, he chuckled crisply, like he was laughing at me and then without much of small talk, took off with the
kitten still in his arms.
I was unable to move for a while. When I blinked, the stranger was gone already.
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RUBRIC FOR WRITING PROMPT

NEEDS WORK FAIR GOOD EXCELLENT

(74 and below) (75-84) (85-89) (90-100)
Structure and The scene is The scene is The scene is The scene is
Conflict disorganized. somewhat organized. structurally sound.
Conflict is not disorganized. Conflict is evident. Conflict is unique
evident. Conflict is and engaging.
somewhat evident
Dialogue Dialogue is not Some dialogue is Dialogue is utilized Dialogue is
utilized utilized appropriately evident and
utilized
appropriately and
enhanced the
scene
Elements, Utilization of Used some of the Used elements, Utilized
Techniques and elements, following: techniques and appropriate
Modes of Fiction techniques and elements, modes of fiction to elements,
modes of fiction is techniques and enhance the techniques and
not evident. modes of fiction. scene. modes of fiction
which greatly
enhanced the
scene.
Grammar and Grammatical flaws Some Few grammatical No errors present
Mechanics and errors in grammatical flaws flaws and errors in
mechanics are and errors in mechanics are
very evident mechanics are evident
evident
Title Title is not evident Title is evident but Title is evident and Title is well-thought
not appropriate to is appropriate to of and greatly
the scene the scene matches the
scene
TOTAL SCORE

References:
Writing A Scene Rubric. www.rcampus.com/rubricshowc.
Elements of a Meet-Cute: How Does a Love Story Start? by Maya Tuviera
https://medium.com/@hello.girlupzine/elements-of-a-meet-cute-how-does-a-love-story-start-
Leap Lapse by Frida Sebastian