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RILEY (VOICEOVER)
It’s like this all the time. The arguing, shouting. If I had it
my way, I’d never celebrate my birthday. At least not while
they’re around to ruin it.
Riley walks through the woods with her camera around her neck, as she
gazes up and the trees above her, blinded by the sun shining through
the cracks in the leaves. She begins to aim her camera at the nature
surrounding her, taking multiple precise and detailed photographs.
Riley and her best friend, Omar, are in a photo-booth as they begin to
argue about a topic undisclosed to the audience; in between shots they
are visibly disagreeing with one another, before managing a smile in
time for each photo. Omar then storms out of the photo-booth
indicating a falling out, as Riley picks up the photos of which depict
an enjoyable and happy experience despite the reality. This
demonstrates the absolute ability of a camera to inaccurately convey
happenings.
RILEY’S DAD
Riley stares blankly at the camera, before taking a deep exhale and
blowing out her candles, the screen then goes black.
With her camera in hand, Riley walks down the road happily, as the sun
shines upon her. As the fast-paced music fades in, we see several
angles of Riley as her walk progresses. She begins to take photographs
of that surrounding her, as we see the shots from her lenses point of
view. Illustration animation then comes in, visually depicting the
frames, making for a story-board type feel. The quick-pace nature of
the track mirrors that of the editing, before we are then met with
multiple still shots of Riley sitting at the skate park, headphones
on, as the music switches to headphone audio.
A centered shot from afar captures Riley walking through the front
door, taking out her headphones
RILEY’S MUM
“Oh, so you weren't planning on offering me a cup of tea, no?”
RILEY’S DAD
RILEY’S MUM
Riley's dad slams his mug on the kitchen counter out of rage,
coinciding with the beginning of the next song.
Riley turns the shower on, water begins to pour. Centered shot of the
back of Riley’s head as she washes her hair in the shower, before then
moving to the mirror to brush her teeth. Running water sound plays.
RILEY (VOICEOVER)
They wonder why my brother is always out, and they wonder why I’m
never in, they’ve conditioned our minds to believe that life
can't be fun, at least not within these four walls it can't. I’m
at my happiest when I’m taking photos, videos. Capturing the
happy, in hoping that it compensates for the sad.
Riley films those on stage as she smiles, before we are then met with
a central shot of performer.
Riley sits centered on her bed, as she watches her mum and dad's old
wedding video, the footage plays on screen, before we are then met
with a close-up of her face, of which is being lit up by her phone.
She smiles.
Riley stands off center to the photo box as she takes photos with her
camera, shot of sky then follows.
but it's different with photos each one a pinky swear of what has
gone before, reassurance of the love that was once present;
because without them, you might start to convince yourself that
it never really existed at all.
Riley, laying on the grass, points her camera up at the sky before
taking a photo. We then see a shot from her point of view as she lies
there.
The camera gives us the ability to choose what happens in our own
story. To create, and romanticize. Pave the way for our desired
plot, bringing it to life by way of every calculated visual.
Every shot and every snap, the vivification of our own books.
Maybe one day, the pen that I hold in my hands in the form of a
camera can be put down, and I can finally live a life so worthy
of being photographed, that I won't have to anymore.
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