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| Scene Title | Radio: Starlight |
|---|---|
| Synopsis | Deeply impacted by the Lonely Radio Broadcasts, someone in the community decides to speak back. To make it a little less lonely on those waves. |
| Date | April 23, 2019 |
Private room in the house with a Shortwave Radio
There is a shortwave radio set-up here, and the room is dark.
A dark room, silhouette of the equipment he used to use regularly. Perched on a stool, cradling and idly tuning a glossy black acoustic guitar, he sits idly staring blinking red light, closing his eyes as he changes color to show he’s recording. Glossy purple nails idly pluck and strum the keys, coaxing and caressing the notes from the instrument as he leans forward ever so slightly.
Radio: Testing, Testing, 1 2 3. That’s silly, let’s try this again. Hello. It’s me. It's been a while since these sexy sweet and sultry tones have graced the waves. Sometimes we’re so glad to have made it through a battle, we forget we’re still in a war.
In here he doesn’t have to modulate or control his voice, to be mindful of the ability that swirls around and is held at bay most of the time. His lips curve in a wistful smile, fingers finding a semblance of melody as he exhales softly. Snippets of the various messages he’s recorded and angsted over as a father.
Softly he begins to sing,
Far away
The ship is taking me far away
Far away from the memories
Of the people who care if I live or die
The starlight
I will be chasing a starlight
Until the end of my life
I don't know if it's worth it anymore
Hold you in my arms
I just wanted to hold
You in my arms
Radio: I don’t know who you are, or if you’ll even hear this but I’ve been listening to you. I know what it's like to speak, and cry, and share and not know if anyone even hears or cares. But I do, baby girl, and you know what? I’m so very proud of you. You’re a survivor, darling. You are telling a story that needs to be told, and you are reminding us of how precious what we have actually is.
He thought he was done with this, crying inside at children separate from parents. Adults separated from loved ones. Sitting and listening to loss and comforting others and he lets his desire to be a balm, a comfort, a source of peace wrap around his worlds to keep him from choking as he continues singing, guitar still being strummed as accompaniment.
My life
You electrify my life
Let's conspire to ignite
All the souls that would die just to feel alive
Now I'll never let you go
If you promised not to fade away
Never fade away
Our hopes and expectations
Black holes and revelations
Our hopes and expectations
Black holes and revelations
Hold you in my arms
I just wanted to hold
You in my arms
Radio: So, I feel your pain and I feel your resignation. I want you to do something for me, are you listening? I’d like to hear more about what you’re reading and researching. What you’ve learned. You ever swing by the market again, anytime soon? Swing by the Salon. We’ll talk about people’s Jetsons and Star Trek fantasies.
He catches his bottom lip between his teeth, lowering his eyes and then looking back up in the direction of where his own girls are sleeping and he gives another small nod.
He continues singing,
Far away
The ship is taking me far away
Far away from the memories
Of the people who care if I live or die
And I'll never let you go
If you promise not to fade away
Never fade away
Our hopes and expectations
Black holes and revelations
Hold you in my arms
I just wanted to hold
You in my arms
I just wanted to hold
Radio: Goodnight sweetheart.
He leans forward to push the button to end the broadcast, letting the guitar dangle from his stress as he braces himself against the desk. Head bowed, eyes closed, and he just cries silently while he can. Where no one can see.
Song Credit: Starlight by Muse