MidReal Story
Driven by Desire: A Car Enthusiast's Journey
Scenario: COMPRAR O CARRO DOS MEUS SONHOS
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Ethan Clarke
aspiring car collector, friends with Mia and mentored by Lucas, tall with tousled brown hair, determined and passionate.
Mia Torres
supportive friend and fellow car enthusiast, friends with Ethan, petite with vibrant red hair, witty and loyal.
Lucas Bennett
experienced car collector and mentor to Ethan, older brother figure to Mia and Ethan, rugged with greying temples, wise and protective.
I’ve been waiting for this moment for years.
The moment I finally get to buy my dream car.
I can hardly contain my excitement as I pull up to the address listed in the ad.
My hands are shaking on the steering wheel, and I have to remind myself to breathe.
I can’t believe it’s finally happening.
The car of my dreams is finally within reach.
I’ve been saving up for years, ever since I was old enough to get a job, and now I’m about to make it happen.
I’m about to become the proud owner of a 1967 Shelby GT500 Fastback.
It’s the most beautiful car I’ve ever seen in my life, and I’ve wanted one for as long as I can remember.
I’ve spent countless hours drooling over pictures of them online and watching videos of them on YouTube, but I never thought I’d actually get the chance to own one myself.
They’re incredibly rare, and they don’t come up for sale very often, especially not in my price range.
I’ve been obsessed with this car for as long as I can remember.
My entire life has been leading up to this moment.
I’ve spent years collecting models and posters and diecast cars, all in the hopes of one day owning a real one myself.
I’ve saved every penny I’ve ever earned, not just for the car, but for everything that comes along with it.
I’m not just a car guy at heart—I’m a collector.
It’s in my blood, and I’ve been waiting my whole life to find the perfect car to add to my collection.
This is it.
This is what I’ve been working toward all these years, and I can hardly believe it’s really happening.
I can hardly believe I’m really going to be the proud owner of a 1967 Shelby GT500 Fastback.
When I was growing up, I had a poster of one of these cars on my wall.
It was my favorite thing in the world, and when my mom redecorated my room and made me take it down, I rolled it up and put it away for safekeeping.
It was the first thing I looked at when I woke up in the morning, and the last thing I looked at before I went to bed at night.
I loved that poster more than anything else in the world, and even though I didn’t have any money at the time, I knew that one day, I’d have the car of my dreams parked right there in my driveway.
That poster was a reminder of everything I was working toward, and even though it’s long gone now, I still remember what it looked like.
I remember exactly how that car made me feel every time I looked at it, and even though it’s been years since I’ve seen it last, that feeling has never gone away.
I still think about that car all the time, and even though I’ve seen hundreds of them over the years, none has ever come close to being as perfect as that one.
Until now, that is.
As soon as the ad popped up on my screen a few days ago, I knew this was the one.
This is the car I’ve been waiting for my whole life, and now it’s finally within reach.
I can hardly believe it, but there’s no denying it.
This is really happening, and as soon as I press play on that video, nothing is ever going to be the same again.
I can’t believe this is happening.
I can’t believe I’m finally here.
My heart is pounding so hard in my chest that I can hardly hear myself think, but even if it was silent, there’s no way I could ignore it.
There’s no way I’d be able to ignore the way my blood is rushing through my veins right now, or the way my hands are shaking so hard that they’re hardly able to hold onto my phone.
This is the moment I’ve been waiting for my whole life, and as soon as that video starts playing, nothing will ever be the same again.
The 1967 Shelby GT500 Fastback has been my dream car since before I was old enough to drive.
I can hardly believe this is finally happening, and that my dream is finally coming true.
I still can’t believe this is really happening.
I have to pinch myself to make sure that it’s real, but when that doesn’t work, I reach out with my other hand, just to be sure.
I’m so overwhelmed with emotion that my hands are shaking so hard that they can barely hold onto my phone, but they don’t seem to be able to feel anything at all.
They don’t seem to be able to do anything other than hang limply at my sides, and even though they seem to be attached to my wrists, there’s no way they could possibly be mine.
Not when they’re betraying me like this.
Not when they’re making me look like a fool in front of the car of my dreams.
I’m standing in front of a 1967 Shelby GT500 Fastback, and it’s so beautiful that I want to cry.
I’m so overwhelmed with emotion that there’s a lump in my throat so big that I can hardly breathe, but even if there wasn’t, I don’t think there would be enough air in my lungs to take my next breath.
My heart is pounding so hard that it feels like it might explode out of my chest at any minute, but even if it did, there’s no way I’d be able to take my eyes off this car.
The 1967 Shelby GT500 Fastback is my dream car, and after all these years, after all this time, after everything I’ve been through, my wildest dreams are finally coming true.
I can hardly believe it’s real.
I can hardly believe that after all these years, after everything I’ve been through, after everything that’s happened in my life, this is really happening.
I’m really standing in front of a 1967 Shelby GT500 Fastback, and even though part of me feels like I must be dreaming, part of me knows that it’s real.
Part of me knows that this is actually happening, and even if part of me feels like I must be imagining things, part of me knows that if I reach out my hand, touch the cool metal body, then nothing will ever be the same again.
That small dent on the side isn’t going to go away just because I want it to.
It’s not going to disappear just because part of me wishes it would.
It’s not a figment of my imagination, and even if part of me wishes that it was, part of me knows that even if that small dent is the only thing standing between me and the car of my dreams, that’s never going to change my mind.
It’s only going to make me want it more, because even if that small dent is the only thing standing between me and the car of my dreams, that makes everything about this car that much more perfect in my eyes.
That small dent is a testament to the car’s authenticity, and even though part of me might wish that it wasn’t there, part of me knows that if it wasn’t, then the car wouldn’t be what it is.
It wouldn’t be the most beautiful thing in the world, and even though part of me will always want to change that, part of me will always know that even if that small dent is the only thing standing between me and the car of my dreams, nothing about this car is going to change my mind.
I’m still standing on the side of the street, looking at the car, dreaming about the possibilities, when something nags at me, a tiny detail in the corner of my mind, trying to get my attention so that I can see what it is that must be so important, because whatever it is, whatever it could be, must be something that will change everything about the way that I look at this car, but no matter how hard I try, no matter how much energy or effort or thought or anything else that I put into trying to figure out what could possibly make the difference, no matter how long or how hard or anything else, but for one tiny detail that is trying its best, no matter what, in order to get my attention, because even though something really must not make any sense about whatever line or shape or anything else that could possibly help me understand what must really matter about something so insignificant that nothing about this car could ever matter quite enough to make a difference in my life, but even something this small must surely make all the difference in the world.
And then suddenly, without warning, without any idea about what could possibly change my life in such a big way, something jumps out at me that must surely make all the difference in the world, because something so tiny, so insignificant, so unimportant in every way must surely matter more than anything else in the world, because something so small as a few lines of text in the corner of a classified ad must surely be the only thing in the world that could possibly help me see what must matter more than anything else in the world:
Only cash offers considered.
No checks or credit cards or IOUs or anything else at all.
Only cash offers considered, no exceptions or substitutions or anything else at all.
Only cash offers considered: $128,000 or more.
My heart sinks as those last two words finally settle into place, the only thing in the way between me and my dream car finally making sense as those two words spread themselves out before my eyes, trying their best to help me understand something so simple, so obvious, so important in every way that nothing ever really matters quite enough to help me understand what could possibly make anything else stand out in such a big way, but for those two words: $128,000 or more.
My breath catches in my throat as my heart feels like it’s about to stop beating altogether and the blood drains from my head and my vision swims before my eyes and the ground drops out from beneath me and everything around me goes cold and dark and empty and hollow and wrong and nothing like it should be as my body goes into shock and part of my mind tries its best to help me understand something that makes no sense at all as those two words jump out at me and stab me through the heart and try their best to help me understand something that makes no sense at all:
$128,000 or more.
Even if the car is perfect, even if there’s nothing that I would ever want to change about anything in the world, that’s still $44,000 more than what I have saved up in the bank just waiting for me to finally pull the trigger and make my dreams come true.
