Pitch and Treatment

Pitch

One woman's extravagant journey from her struggling life to a world of Greek mythology.

Treatment

Looking into her mirror she sees of what was before. A glamorous, confident woman. Brought back to reality, a nervous wreck stands before her. Hair unbrushed, face bare par the darkening circles beneath her tired eyes. To rid herself of the throbbing in both her head and body, her hand delves into her medical draw. In her haste she swallows whatever pill she grabs hold of, unaware of a possible fault. She runs, hurrying her things into her handbag. She reaches the front door to discover it is locked. Fubbling with her keys she turns to see a door that was not there before. Seeing this door she drops her things, the drug within her taking hold of her mind. She touches the door curiously, her fingers walking up the door. Suddenly, she grabs hold of the handle and opens the door. She is swallowed by bright, white light till she finds herself within another world. She looks at both her hands and the forest around her. Her appearence now altered to an unusual, but stunning woman, her clothes a cross between Grecian and wonderland. As autumn leaves fall from above, soon these are mixed with photos. Curious she picks one up. It is the silhoutte of a man. She looks up to see that the photos have formed a path in front of her. She follows them, then suddenly she catches a glimpse of another. Terrified, she hides behind a tree. She peers round to see odd creatures, clothed in robes, drag a man through the forest. She turns back again and glances at a photo. As her confidence mounts she grabs a spear like stick and follows them whilst in the shadow of the trees. The party of creatures halt at a clearing, the woman peering behind a tree. Within this clearing is a grand table, a white cloth draped upon it. Beside this is a throne and there sits King Midas. Upon his head is a golden, wired crown, his Grecian clothes of greater quantity and grandeur. The creatures thrust the man to Midas' feet. In a rush of adrenaline, the woman throws a fallen apple at a creatures head. He falls instantly and she rams some of the creatures against a tree trunk with a stick. Suddenly, her hands and arms are forced behind her back. The once fallen creature throws her to the King's feet. Beside her is the man, yet his face unseen as he focuses upon the ground. Furious, King Midas touches her forehead with his finger. She looks at her hands to see that a glittering substance blows from her palms. Panicking, she looks up as she is transformed into a miniature, golden statue of herself. Beside her is the man although, now a golden reflection. Grinning, King Midas picks her up above the table. Suddenly, she begins to wiggle in his hand. Terrified he drops her into his water filled glass. The glass tips and the woman transforms. Whilst the party stare, stunned, she grasps hold of the golden man and runs from the clearing. The creatures, however soon follow. She quickly finds shelter by a tree, and places the golden statue down. From a puddle beside her, she drips the water from it upon the statue. The statue transforms into the man, his face now visible to her. In thanks he holds her hands and lifts her up. Now in the sunlight, he pulls her close and their lips edge closer together. Suddenly, the nervous wreck falls to the floor in her hallway. She feels something within her grasp and opens it. There, in her hand is a key with a label attached. It reads, 'I'm yours'.