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About Prompt
- Prompt Type – Scene-by-Scene
- Prompt Platform – Google Veo
- Language – English
- Category – Video/Story
- Prompt Title – VEO 3 Prompt for Coming-of-Age Story – The Last Summer Notebook
Prompt Details
🎬 Scene 1
The scene opens within the attic bedroom of a quintessential British seaside cottage, drenched in the thick, syrupy gold of a late afternoon sun. The air itself seems vintage, filled with dancing dust motes illuminated by the low-slanting light that pours through a dormer window, its glass slightly warped with age. The room is a sanctuary of organised chaos, belonging to a teenage artist. Stacks of well-loved paperbacks lean precariously on a wooden desk, sketchbooks overflow from a wicker basket, and faded concert posters for indie bands are tacked to the slanted, wood-panelled walls. The atmosphere is thick with nostalgia, the quiet hum of a forgotten summer day. Maya, her presence a vibrant contrast to the room’s gentle disarray, is perched on the edge of a worn armchair. She idly traces the floral pattern of the upholstery with her finger, a small, curious smile playing on her lips. Her attention is then snagged by a glint of dark leather peeking out from beneath a formidable stack of art history textbooks on a low bookshelf. It’s a small, unassuming notebook, its cover worn smooth with time and use, a thin leather strap holding it closed. Her gaze lingers, a magnetic pull of intrigue in her eyes. The room is silent except for the distant, mournful cry of a seagull and the gentle creak of the old house settling. The very air seems to hold its breath, imbuing this small object with an immense sense of significance. Maya’s movements are slow, deliberate, as she leans forward, her body language a perfect portrait of burgeoning curiosity mixed with a hint of hesitation, as if she’s about to cross a line she shouldn’t. The warm, desaturated colour palette, combined with a subtle film grain effect, makes the scene feel like a half-remembered dream, a perfect, fleeting moment captured on old Super 8 film.
🎵 Tone: Nostalgic, Curious
🎬 Scene 2
The world narrows to an intimate, tactile close-up. The frame is filled entirely by Maya’s hands as she holds the newly discovered leather notebook. The lighting is exquisite, the golden hour sun catching the fine hairs on her arms and highlighting the texture of the worn leather, its surface a map of faint scratches and indentations. Her fingers, gentle and hesitant, trace the embossed, faded initials ‘L.P.’ on the cover before carefully untying the thin leather strap that holds its secrets. The sound is magnified, the soft whisper of the leather untangling is the only thing that breaks the silence. She opens the book to a random page in the middle. The camera shifts its focus to the page itself, revealing a breathtakingly detailed pencil sketch. It is a portrait of her, Maya, captured in a moment of unguarded joy. The artist has perfectly rendered the way her hair is caught in a sea breeze, the crinkle of her eyes as she laughs, a specific, cherished memory from a day at the beach earlier that summer. The detail is not just skillful, but deeply affectionate. The graphite strokes are both precise and tender. Maya’s breath catches audibly. The camera pulls back just enough to see her face. Her initial playful curiosity has completely dissolved, replaced by a wave of stunned, heart-stopping tenderness. Her eyes widen slightly, her lips part in a silent gasp, and a soft, rosy flush creeps up her neck. She is not just looking at a drawing; she is seeing herself through someone else’s eyes for the very first time, and the revelation is profound, intimate, and utterly overwhelming. The Lo-Fi beat underneath swells slightly, the melody becoming more poignant, mirroring the sudden emotional depth of her discovery.
🎵 Tone: Tender, Surprised
🎬 Scene 3
The tender spell is abruptly shattered. The scene shifts to a medium shot from Maya’s perspective, looking towards the bedroom door which creaks open. Leo enters, utterly oblivious, a portrait of casual domesticity. He is balancing two mismatched, steaming mugs of tea, his brow furrowed in concentration. The soft, golden light from the window catches the side of his face, highlighting the freckles on his nose and the easygoing set of his shoulders. He has a faint, contented smile on his face, lost in his own world. He takes a step into the room and his eyes lift to find Maya. In an instant, his entire demeanor changes. The camera crash-zooms subtly onto his face as his eyes lock onto the object in her hands: his notebook. The contented smile evaporates, replaced by a mask of wide-eyed, sheer panic. His body goes rigid, his forward momentum halting so suddenly that the tea in the mugs sloshes violently, threatening to spill. A single drop of amber liquid escapes and traces a path down the side of a ceramic mug. Every muscle in his face tenses; his jaw clenches, his eyes dart from the notebook to her face and back again, a trapped animal’s desperate search for an escape route. The warm, nostalgic atmosphere of the room is instantly charged with a palpable, excruciating tension. The air crackles with the unspoken. The gentle Lo-Fi beat stutters and cuts out for a split second, replaced by a sharp, dissonant sound before resuming, now with a more anxious, faster rhythm. It’s a moment of pure, undiluted ‘oh no’, a comedic and terrifying collision of a private world and a shared reality.
🎵 Tone: Tense, Awkward, Comedic
🎬 Scene 4
The camera cuts to a tight two-shot, capturing the excruciatingly awkward standoff. The space between them feels both vast and claustrophobic. Maya reacts with frantic, clumsy energy, snapping the notebook shut with a loud clap that echoes in the tense silence. The sound is like a gunshot in a library. She fumbles with it, almost dropping it, before shoving it onto the armchair beside her as if it were burning her hands. She plasters a painfully bright, unconvincing smile on her face, her eyes wide and pleading. Her movements are jerky and unnatural, a stark contrast to her earlier fluid grace. She’s trying to physically erase the last thirty seconds, to rewind time through sheer force of will. She pushes her hair back from her face with a trembling hand, a gesture of pure nervous energy. Leo remains frozen by the door, the mugs of tea still held hostage in his hands. He looks from the discarded notebook back to her overly cheerful face, his expression a chaotic mix of horror, betrayal, and deep embarrassment. The colour has drained from his face, making his freckles stand out starkly. The air is so thick with unspoken words it’s almost hard to breathe. The vintage film aesthetic amplifies the drama of the moment, the soft focus and warm tones making the raw, awkward emotions feel even more potent and immediate. This is the quintessence of British comedic tension: a situation so deeply uncomfortable that the only possible responses are to either run away or make a terrible, self-deprecating joke. Maya chooses the latter, and it hangs in the air, a fragile offering in a minefield of feelings.
🎵 Tone: Awkward, Flustered, Comedic
🎬 Scene 5
The unbearable tension reaches its peak and then, unexpectedly, begins to dissipate. The camera holds on Leo’s face. We watch a cascade of emotions play out in his green eyes: the initial shock gives way to a flicker of anger, which is then immediately washed over by a wave of profound vulnerability and, finally, a quiet, weary resignation. It’s the look of someone whose most carefully guarded secret has just been thrown into the harsh light of day. He takes a slow, deep breath, a conscious decision to confront the moment rather than flee from it. His shoulders, which were tensed up to his ears, slowly relax. With deliberate, careful movements, he crosses the room to his desk, the floorboards groaning softly under his weight. He places the two rattling mugs down on the wooden surface with a soft clink, the sound a punctuation mark ending the frantic silence. He doesn’t look at Maya yet. Instead, his gaze falls upon the notebook, now lying innocently on the armchair. He looks at it not with anger, but with a kind of sad affection, like an old friend who has betrayed a confidence. The camera slowly orbits around him, shifting the power dynamic. He is no longer the victim of the situation, but the one in control of what happens next. The anxious Lo-Fi beat softens, the frantic bassline fades away, leaving only the gentle Rhodes piano, which plays a simpler, more introspective melody. The golden light of the afternoon seems to soften with the mood, wrapping the room in a blanket of contemplative quiet. This is a turning point, a silent beat where a decision is made that will change the course of their friendship forever.
🎵 Tone: Vulnerable, Contemplative
🎬 Scene 6
Leo closes the remaining distance between them, his movements no longer hesitant but filled with a newfound, fragile purpose. He doesn’t say a word. He simply reaches down and picks up the leather notebook from the armchair. The camera focuses on his hands, which are steady now. His fingers seem to know the book’s weight and texture by heart. He holds it for a moment, then looks directly at Maya, his green eyes clear and unwavering. It’s a look that asks for permission, for trust. Maya gives a tiny, almost imperceptible nod, her own eyes wide with anticipation. Leo opens the notebook, but instead of turning back to the portrait of Maya, he deftly flips through the pages with his thumb, the rustling paper a soft counterpoint to the quiet music. He stops near the very end. The camera moves in for an over-the-shoulder shot, showing us what Maya sees. The page isn’t filled with elaborate sketches or angsty poetry. Instead, it contains a simple, utterly charming comic strip, drawn in black ink. The panels depict two stick figures, one with messy hair (Leo) and one with wavy hair (Maya), progressing through a series of shared memories: flying a kite on a windy cliffside, sharing an ice cream that drips onto the pavement, huddling under an umbrella in a sudden downpour. The final, largest panel shows the two stick figures standing side-by-side, looking out at a sunset. Above their heads is a large, perfectly drawn heart, and inside the heart, a single, elegantly scripted question mark. It’s the most honest, unadorned, and terrifyingly sweet confession imaginable. It’s not a declaration of love, but a question about it, laid bare in the simple language they have always shared.
🎵 Tone: Heartfelt, Romantic, Sweet
🎬 Scene 7
The camera remains on the notebook for a beat, allowing the sweet simplicity of the comic strip and its silent, powerful question to fully land. Then, it slowly pans up from the ink-drawn heart to Maya’s face. Her expression is a masterpiece of emotional revelation. The apprehension and uncertainty have vanished completely, replaced by something luminous. Her eyes, fixed on the page, are glistening with unshed tears, but these are not tears of sadness. They are tears of profound understanding and overwhelming affection. A slow, breathtakingly beautiful smile begins to form on her lips. It’s not her usual quick, mischievous grin; this smile is slow, radiant, and full of a warmth that seems to light up the entire room. It starts at the corners of her mouth and spreads across her entire face, reaching her eyes, which now shine with an incredible light. She finally lifts her gaze from the notebook to meet Leo’s. He is watching her, his own face a canvas of nervous hope, bracing himself for her reaction. When their eyes meet, her smile widens just a fraction more. She lets out a soft, watery chuckle, a sound that is part relief, part amusement, and part pure joy. It’s the sound of a question being answered without a single word being spoken. The soft, golden light filtering through the window seems to intensify, catching the shimmer in her eyes and creating a halo effect around her hair. The vintage film grain adds a timeless, dreamlike quality to the moment, making it feel like the pivotal scene in a cherished memory being replayed over and over again.
🎵 Tone: Joyful, Emotional, Uplifting
🎬 Scene 8
The final scene is a perfect visual exhale, a peaceful and deeply satisfying resolution. The camera has pulled back to a wide shot, showing Leo and Maya now sitting side-by-side on the wide, cushioned window seat, framed by the dormer window. The late afternoon has deepened into the magical glow of the golden hour, and the light flooding the room is a rich, warm amber. Outside the window, the hazy silhouette of the seaside town is visible, with the faint sparkle of the ocean in the distance. The leather notebook lies open on the seat between them, a silent testament to the conversation that has just passed. They are no longer tense or awkward but settled into a comfortable, easy intimacy. Maya leans her head gently against Leo’s shoulder, and his arm is wrapped loosely around her. They are both looking out the window, sharing a quiet, contented silence. A soft, genuine laugh escapes Maya, and Leo glances down at her, a wide, unguarded smile on his face, the happiest we have seen him. The mugs of tea, now likely lukewarm, sit forgotten on the desk. The entire scene is imbued with a profound sense of peace and rightness. It’s the feeling of a story not ending, but beginning. The vintage film style, with its soft focus, warm colours, and gentle grain, perfectly encapsulates the feeling of a perfect summer memory being created in real-time, a moment that will be looked back on with fondness for years to come. The Lo-Fi beat is soft and mellow, a gentle, looping rhythm that feels like a happy, contented heartbeat for the last summer that has just become the first of something new.
🎵 Tone: Hopeful, Romantic, Peaceful