So, dividing by 24 hours and 60 minutes and 60 seconds in a day, and 365 days in a year, not bother counting leap years. You have about 62.28 years or 62 years and around 4 months left in your lifespan.

That is a long time. You get to live until you are over 80 years old if nothing bad happens. But you are sure that regardless how many years you have left in your life, if you get hit by a speeding car, it will be over for you instantly.

Still, knowing that you get to live that long is always a boost to your morale.

Speaking of boosting, you now have the power to boost a skill. You should test out your new power when an opportunity arises. It will allow you to learn the pros and cons of your new ability.

You refocus your attention to the screenplay sitting on the desk. You pick it up and give it a pat. It took you a good amount of time to get it done, but your hard work has paid off.

The movie itself is not complicated. It only needs to highlight the emotional drama between the main protagonist and the heroine. They both need to experience hards.h.i.+ps and overcomes it together.

You recall how good Keanu Reeves and Sandra Bullock were together in the movie. You also recall that Keanu also has a crush on Sandra during the filming stage of the movie. She also has a crush on him in return.

Maybe you could do something about that. You know their relations.h.i.+p will not last just like every famous relations.h.i.+p, but at least, it will be fun to see them both squirm – in a good way.

Putting that thought aside, you focus your attention back to the movie Speed.

While the movie will be released a few years earlier than it supposes to, it should still receive the same critical acclaims and box offices success like it did in your previous world.

You made sure that the movie's plot remained the same, but you did finetune the dialogue and added extra scenes between Keanu and Sandra. Those scenes have very little to do with the main plotline, but you couldn't help but have your guilty pleasures.

Since the screenplay is now complete, you can have a good estimation of the budgets required. You use the calculator to do some calculations. You write these figures onto a new sheet of paper.

Most of the props could be rented since there is no need to build them from scratch. All the expensive shots could be done using a scaled down model. Salary for the actors, actresses and extra is a bit of a wild card, so you are unsure. However, if you cut back more on the length of the shots, you should be able to film the movie at 15 million.

That is far from 30 million, but still is a horrible budget figure.

15 million is an awful amount of money, and you will need to secure your funding somehow. You know that no film company will gamble such a large amount of money on a newcomer such as yourself, but you must try.

Even though you are not a professional Director yet, you know that in the next few days and weeks, you would be waiting in many studios' lobby, trying to get funding.

You decide to bring the screenplay to your mother. She should be the first person to read it.

You haven't been seeing much of your mother in these past weeks, so it is a good time to have a nice mother and son's talk.

You found your mother in one of the rooms, going over the company's finances. She is as attractive as ever, and thanked to the heatwave, she is wearing light clothing that loosely bound to her figure. Her clothes begin to flicker under your gaze.

You close your eyes for a moment and suppress your l.u.s.tful nature. You rein in you l.u.s.t quickly and extends your screenplay to your mother.

"Mum, can you have a read of this and tell me what you think," you requested of her. She immediately put down everything and took the screenplay into her hands.

Her reading speed is extremely fast, and after fis.h.i.+ng reading the script, she expresses her opinion on the estimated budget. "A good film production company will have multiple channels to finance their operation, mostly investors' money, but…"

She pauses, seemingly thinking deep upon it. In the end, she let out a worried sigh. "A sensible person would not make such a gamble. I would not."

"Would not is not the same as will not," you point out. "But seriously mum, do you think a production company will use this script?"

Your mother looks at you for what seems to be a very long time. She was thinking hard about how to break to you, no doubt. "I will tell you the truth, please don't take it the wrong way. I have seen many movies and many advertis.e.m.e.nt scripts, and all of them is much better than your script."

You thought you have prepared – prepared for any form of rejection. However, rejection coming from your mother really strikes at your confidence. You thought the script is really good, but your mother has stated otherwise.

Why? Perhaps she is the wrong person to give you any form of feedbacks?

You narrow your eyes, stripping her clothes away.

A new window appears around her, revealing her skillsets completely. This is the first time you actively try to see them, and you quickly notice that your mother is a realist. She sees everything for exactly what it is.

While that kind of thinking is very good in business, requiring her making accurate financial decision with all the statistics and data available. In screenplay, it is a crutch since she never imagines the scene and how it plays out in her mind as she read your screenplay.

Basically, there is no feel to it, and your screenplay requires the audience to feel the hards.h.i.+p and the experiences between the two main protagonists.

This is the real problem with the screenplay and dialogues of this world. They treat the audience like babies and spell out everything for them. Audiences figuring something out for themselves will give them a sense of accomplishment, thus making a movie far more memorable.

Perhaps you can change this way of thinking with your filmmaking?

"Mum," you begin and touch her hands. "I want to show you something."

Green ethereal mists seep out of your body, swirling downwards your arm and using your hands as a bridge to enter your mother. Her expression remains unchanged, calmed and somewhat worrying. It is as if she couldn't see the supernatural effect.

Within moments, her immersion skill jumps from D grade to D+ to C-. It went all the way to S-Rank without skipping a beat.

With each rank you have boosted, your breathing became more ragged. You know that your lifeforce is being drains from your being as you could feel it, but you didn't relent at all.

You seek your mother's approval. She must see things your way – even if it is for an hour.

Soon enough, her expression changes. Her beautiful lips part slowly and let out a l.u.s.tful moan. Your essence washes over her body, bringing her into unexplainable ecstasy.

It only a few seconds – but she couldn't handle it anymore.

"Oh my G.o.d!"

Your mother jerks her hand away, alarmingly. Both her hands then press themselves onto her chest. She pants and heaves and nearly falls onto her chair but manages to sit down gracefully.

"What just happened?"

"I don't know," you lie as your check your mother's rosy cheeks. She is aroused, really arouse. It must be a side effect of your boosting ability.

"Can you read it again, mum? Maybe this time you will see things differently."

"Give me a moment, sweetheart. I think… I'm coming down with something."

Your mother was sweating profusely. Several beads of sweat ran down her face and neck, streaming along her b.r.e.a.s.t.s. Noticing your staring, she swallows hard and examines the screenplay once more.

This time, she read the script slowly, immersing herself into the storyline. Once she is done, she looks at you with surprises and admirations.

"This is good. I don't know why, but it is so good."

Your mother said, standing up excitedly. She gave her approval without holding back.

"Thanks, mum, you're the best!" You call out and rush to give her a hug. "That means a lot to me."

You mother smiles and pats your back. She feels something poking in the legs, and quickly break free of the embrace. "Sweetheart… can… can you leave. I have a lot of work to do."

"Right, sorry, mum." You apologize and left the room immediately.

You head back to your make-s.h.i.+ft office and grabs your car keys. It is time to find to find some investors and secure some funding. You got to your car before you realize you forgotten something important.

"s.h.i.+t. I forgot my script," you scold yourself and head back to the room where your mother is.

"I didn't mean to bother you again. I left the screenplay in here, mum. It's my only copy," you call out when you head into the room. The screenplay is on the table where your mother had left it.

However – your car keys fell onto the floor clattering.

Your eyes capture your mother. She is leaning back on her chair. Both of her legs are on the table, spreading apart. Her summer dress is bundled up over her thighs. Her red-lacing pantie is pushed aside while her c.u.n.t is being penetrated. Her fingers wrap tightly around a d.i.l.d.o handle tightly. Her eyes are completely close with moans coming out of her throat.

"Oh f.u.c.k, f.u.c.k f.u.c.k!!!!"

"f.u.c.k!"