It all started like a nice day. I wouldn’t be exaggerating if I said that that day started with bird singing and flower growing. It was a quite morning in my town and nothing more than few too busy townsfolk were upsetting the calamity. I was using Real Player the night before to the late hours and I was exhausted. Something about surfing the internet can tire a man so quickly. But I was spending yet another night surfing and trying to find some other than nude content that can interest me for at least a couple of minutes. It was a standard night in my town and it led to a standard morning too. I was at my work doing my regular tasks as always, sometimes stopping for only few minutes at a time to check out what is going on with my friends online and on social networks. Sometimes share some content with them, to show them how I feel, or to share a few laughs. Funny it is that I use the same program, Real Player, when going for internet brake at my office. It is fast and good enough for everyday use, even from work. However, quite morning was ruined sometime around the noon. That was when Parade was starting. Not the parade of let say dogs or cats. No old veterans were parading. It was Parade, a new film that came into our little town via magic of cinema. Everybody was talking about this new film and it got me very interested as well. I already knew the lead cast of the film, its storyline, how and how made it, what budged he had and all of this shared with my friends on internet via magic of Real Player. I already knew the theme song of the film, as I used said program to extract sound from promo videos that were circulating the net. Even before seeing the first few scenes of the film I fell in love with it, it seem as nicely directed and edited film. Now, the biggest problem was getting from my office to a cinema. Cinema was not far away, less than 60 feet actually. It was across the street from my office and I needed less than five minutes to get to it, buy myself some popcorn, soda and chewing gums and enjoy the fine creation of seventh art. However, my boss had other ideas. He in fact buried me under a pile of files so big that I thought I was going to drown in them. He said that it was of outmost importance that I finish those files that very day, before the end of work time. I was pissed. If it was so important, why didn’t he give it to me a day before, or why didn’t he spread those files among the number of employees? But what done was done, I remained the rest of the day in my office, with Real Player being my only chance of seeing what I was missing.