Night in a Dystopian Britain. The camera pans across a city littered with tall buildings. All is quiet except the eery sound of sirens echoing through the streets.
Pavements have no signs of life at this time of night, propaganda and curfew warning signs are the only placards decorating the plain walls of this city. All signs of art and creativity are diminished in this world. Between each street lamp is a Government issue tannoy. They patiently wait for the next commands to issue out of them.
At a block of flats, much like the others dispersed all over the city. The Protagonist watches through the french blinds at his window for signs of police. He isn't aloud to leave the confines of his flat. Regardless, he deems the coast clear and steps outside to catch some air. On the balcony he pulls out a cigarette and begins to smoke.
Deep beneath our Protagonists feet, down the sewers and through the winding, labyrinthine passages of the underground, something is stirring. Two characters walk through a dimly lit passageway. Set into the walls of the tunnel, speakers and sound equipment are partially visible. The characters are walking with a great purpose, as if a plan they have hatched is coming into fruition...
They arrive at a booth. Two turntables and a mixer sit waiting for the two Pirate DJ's. DJ 1 stoops down to pick up a record. He places it on the turntable. With the press of a button, the turntable begins to spin. Small grooves on the side of the disk move animatedly at different speeds. Sound begins to grow as DJ 2 pushes a volume slider up slowly. With it, the first colours start appearing on the mixer, mirroring the levels of the music which begins to build.
The Government tannoys begin emitting a sound. In this world, sound induces a kind of synesthesia, generating colours which pulsate to the sound of music. None of the characters have heard music in a very long time, hence the world has been grey.
Alarmed and confused, the Protagonist watches as the tannoys build in sound and vibrancy of colour. His previously grey attire, is lighting up. He ducks in his confusion, feeling worried and exposed outside in the presence of this sound.
All over the city, windows begin to light up and glow. Radios begin emitting the sound and, in the dead of night, people begin to notice. All over, people are listening on their radios and televisions, which are all broadcasting the sound, alongside a mysterious waveform.
Meeting begin in the wide corridors and busy rooms of the Government establishment. The officials have all congregated, a large projector demonstrates their radio interception through the waveform. These antagonists are infuriated. A spectacled politician sits in the corner, brooding. He turns to face a law enforcement officer. After a brief dialogue, the Officer speaks into his walkie-talkie, communicating with Officers all over the city. They are dispatched to settle the growing excitement in the city.
The protagonist has now taken to the streets, awe struck by the sounds he has never heard before, which are seeping through every tannoy. A lightbulb flickers in the distance and in the background, as the Protagonist walks off, two silhouettes appear against a brick wall. Suddenly the Protagonist is pinned to a wall by an Officer. Simultaneously, the Officer's partner ushers for his attention. Turning to look, they see commotion through a crack in the buildings.
Revelry is in the air. Through this crack colours are glowing and shapes shift past. In the Officers momentary lapse in concentration, the Protagonist breaks free of their grip, pushes past them and runs headlong into the bustling crowd.
The music has incited a kind of protest party. Colours never seen before are bursting from the vibrant array of characters who parade down the street. Festive behaviour in the dead of night has not been seen in a very long time. The Government can only watch on in fury as hoards of people, too many to be controlled, progress. All unified. All heading in the same direction.
The congregation proceeds through a dilapidated fence and down a tunnel. The Protagonist runs through the throngs of people. The tunnel illuminates artwork on the walls, followed swiftly by speakers and wires resembling that of the Pirate DJ booth. He is close.
He sees a shape stooped down by some of the equipment and skids to a halt. The mysterious lighting/synth characters have their back turned to the Protagonist, immersed in twiddling the various knobs and dials set into the wall. Each action they perform triggers sounds and lights to burst out. As he draws nearer to get a closer look. One of the mysterious characters looks over their shoulder to reveal a masked face. A button in pressed and a strobe begins. Alarmed, the Protagonist looks on with a look of awe. Zesty characters appear out of the darkness and disappear as quickly as they manifested. In the strobed spectacle of confusion. The DJ's can be seen. The music has climaxed and a large crowd is visible behind them.
(END CREDITS)
The sun rises over a colourful city. Blocks are decorated with art, the sky is beautiful. It is as if the city has taken a breath of fresh air and a new dawn has begun.........
Notes:
A new draft which fits with the storyboards and has animating more in mind. Was good to make another draft as I could drop ideas which are less relevant now, and is informed more by the research as the process has moved forwards.
