THE RUNDOWN...

 

The curtain opens to a Terry-Gilliam-esque room full of televisions and monitors, ranging from the extremely large and modern to smaller, vintage sets. Playing on all of the screens is a soon-to-be-seen feature film, an epic romance about a young artist struggling to make it, and the girl who loves him.   At a particularly emotional climax, an electric guitar begins to wail, and right away you can feel the type of beauty, resonance and harmonic overtones that could only come from instruments played live. 

Some lights come up, revealing to your eyes what your ears already believed. On the stage before you is an incendiary rock and roll band, all of them masters of their craft, and legendary in ways that only a tight group of musicians can be. The way they play together, with cohesion and synchronicity, is simply incredible. The sound is on par with groups that play Royal Albert Hall, Madison Square Garden or any other venue that one would expect rock legends to perform.  Only this time their job is not a concert, but a commission: Compose the music that will become the soundtrack of the film before them- the romantic movie with the Hollywood ending. 

But even the tightest of families are not impervious to the occasional dysfunction. We detect only subtle hints at first, but soon the dialog, body language and other glaring “tells” can only mean one thing: the sultry female lead singer and the mysterious lead guitarist are definitely fucking.  How can we be so sure? Because of the way they fight. It’s ferociously passionate.  And like all passionate fights between couples, things get ugly really fast, and lover’s spats are bad for the workplace.

Despite their feelings they hold the verbal animosity, pick up their instruments and play on- but something feels different. This time the darker, minor chords dominate the happier, major ones. The mood is sad, the music ominous. Something feels wrong.  Then, the unexplainable happens. The movie characters on screen, lovers whose destiny was thought to be pre-ordained by script and celluloid, begin to change as if their actions were guided by their music, and not for the better.  How is this possible?

Be it magic, mysticism, dark arts or paranormal phenomenon, an uncanny parallel has been made between the world of the stage musicians and the world of the love story on screen.  No one knows why this is happening, but every minute the musicians spend in dispute, the on-screen lovers keep arguing. And before the musicians realize what happened, the couple breaks up and literally become thousands of miles apart.  A looming sense of foreboding overcomes the entire studio. What have they done?

Whatever the reason, there is no time for discord or debate- something else has become far more important.  The musicians must put aside all hate, find love, gather light, and play with all of their hearts. 

Because if they don’t, they will have destroyed love in a Parallel World and the boy and the girl will be lost forever.