Cymbals – Treble – Highs
How about the cacophony of rumbling cymbals down the stairs?
Making a mix and match of sounds. Making the first impression of obvious
randomness. However if you pay attention, if you listen carefully, you would
know every one of them has something to say. Can you hear them? More
importantly are you ready to listen.
Frame I: Someone, somewhere seating at the roof of a house. It’s
getting darker and from far you can hear the roar of thunder. A gush of wind
blows away the hair from the face and you can see the marks of dried up tear.
It starts to pour now; it pours like it means to wash away something. It lashes
with vigor, it intensifies. For a moment you think it’s random, but in heart
you know “random” doesn't fit in. After a while it stops the person
is still there, head resting on knees. The person gets up and walks down
the stairs.
Frame II: An average household, the couple has woken up. The
husband is seating at the dining table adjacent to the kitchen and watches over
his wife making morning tea. The husband starts to sing a song, the wife joins
along. Suddenly they stop at the same point of the song. Realizing both has
forgotten the lyrics at the same place. So, one of them starts to describe the
feeling of the lyrics, however can't get the exact words. The bickering goes on
for a while, suddenly one of them get the lyrics and they started singing
again.
Curtain Falls!!
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