It is a stated fact that there are certain things that you cannot merge. No matter how many times you try, you cannot mix oil with water. Oil will always be above water. This is the story of how two teenagers defied such natural laws, and how they made their world a somehow better place to live in.
Two people meet in a secluded area (I’m thinking of something like a field) One is from a purely science school, another is from a purely art school. (Imagine two schools, with a field between them. School on the left uses left brain. School on the right uses right brain.) They’ve only heard of ‘the other world’ through tales and assumptions of their forefathers and the fathers before them.
They learned more about each others’ world than they could imagine. He learned about the beauty of music, learned how to appreciate art. He asked about the languages they learn. He felt comfort in humming songs under his breath. He was free from the constant pressure of having to wear a mask of indifference.
She slowly understood the importance of logic. She was curious about everything. She began to love the idea of having such knowledge at the palm of her hand. She fell in love with the idea of being the only one knowing the secrets of the universe, of being the only one understanding the chaos of numbers and graphs.
Boy comes home. Parents found out. In their world, it is a taboo to talk to ‘the other kind’. Why?, the boy asks, Why is it forbidden? Emotions burst out of each of them. Boy has never felt like he belonged in the science school, never felt like he belonged anywhere. Parents say they have never wanted a child like him in the first place. Boy runs away.
Boy sees a poster on an interstate school competition. A state/city will show their best talent. Initially, science will compete with art on the title. Boy meets up with girl, tells her idea of merging schools to make their own inventions. Art can give science advice on colors. Science can give them tips on how to use science in their creation.
In the end, they both do well and the world realizes that a change is not that bad. They should be more open to new choices, especially when the things that contradict them are not even valid because they are just stereotypes of other people.
The problem with this concept is that… it won’t be cheap. It will be really hard to adapt it into film, there are a lot of factors that we have to consider… The expenses will be high, and it won’t be easy. But, I’m willing to lose limb, hand and mind for this to work out. I have a feeling it will be worth it… in the end.
I know the plot has a lot of holes in them. From around the middle all the way to the end, the whole thing is too rushed. You can change the plot, change the ending, change the gender of the characters… change what has to be changed.
What I don’t want to be changed is this – the reality of this fictional world. The problem we are all subconsciously, frustratingly facing day by day. From the moment we enter our cars to the time we leave our house, to the moment we open the doors of the classroom: Discrimination. Other keywords are: stereotyping, cliques, bullying, generalizing a whole group of people based on just what they are, what they like, love or hate,and who they were before.
Why did I have to separate it into two schools?
I wanted to show two different societies with different (some may say they are even opposing) traditions, cultures, beliefs, histories hating on the other. Because this is the reality of our situation. We all hate new, because half of the people are afraid of it and what it might do to their community. (“People are afraid of things they do not know”)The other half just really hates the idea of new because they hate conflicts. They are content with what is happening now. For us, peace is simply the absence of war. And we like to keep it that way.
Why did I want it to be between science and art?
Not only are their beliefs obviously polar opposites, but it is also an ongoing issue that has never been tackled before. We’ve seen movies about college students trying to aim for a certain field of study, but their parents want them to pursue the polar opposite for some reason or another. We’ve seen students loving something but their parents forcing them to love another.
This concept is about a world different from ours. Different, because here in our world, the division between the two subjects is blurry. It’s there, anyone with a brain and a voice will tell you that science is completely different from art. In this fictional world, that’s their main problem – not corruption, or homosexuality, or abortion. In this fictional world, their golden rule is: be your own kind, for your own kind. No communication is allowed between the two.
Why? Why is communication not allowed between the two?
That’s what our two protagonists will be asking themselves. They are curious about these stupid laws of the world, curious about how they began, what made people think of it in the first place, why do people still keep on following them. They are persistent. They want so badly for the two schools to peacefully shake hands and work together because only they can see the benefits of change.
They are the only ones who want change to happen becauseThey are naiive. They think their dreams can come true, that pigs can fly, that the world truly is beautiful. That’s what it means to be a child.
But reality will smack them so hard in the face that their cheek will burn red in embarassment and blood will drip to their chin in sorrow. They will start to hide their face from the world, they will cover their arms, they will wrap themselves in layers and layers of sweaters to warm their chilled hearts. Depression, rebellion, sadness. Their hearts will be broken, their minds will be twisted…
Because that’s what the world want them to be. Indifferent. Cold. Uncaring. Heartless. The world throws boulders in our direction, expecting us to carry it all on our shoulders. For a time, that’s what our protagonists will feel.
So… how does this show that the youth is the start of change?
You see, here’s the plot twist I wish to show the audience/judge: the idea of merging the two schools is not the change itself.
The change begins when you stand up after you’ve been beaten by others, after you’ve beaten yourself. Change begins when you stop thinking of what you want to happen, and begin to be yourself.
It’s when you become brave enough to speak the truth, it’s when you stand up for yourself, it’s when you show gratitude to the world for giving you such a huge problem because you know it just means that you survived that hell. You have fought those demons. If you can do that, you can take anything anyone will throw to you.
DO they merge the two schools? Who knows? It might be an open-ended ending. That’s not the point.
The problem here is not the conflict between science and art.
The problem here is the problem we all face every day.
“As soon as teenage girls start to profess love for something, everyone else becomes totally dismissive of it. Teenage girls are open season for the cruelest bullying that our society can dream up. Everyone’s vicious to them. They’re vicious to each other. Hell, they’re even vicious to themselves. It’s terrible.
So if teenage girls have something that they love, isn’t that a good thing? Isn’t it better for them to find some words they believe in, words like the ‘fire-proof and fearless’ lyrics that Jacqui wrote? Isn’t it better for them to put those words on their arm in a tattoo than for them to cut gashes in that same skin? Shouldn’t we be grateful when teenage girls love our work? Shouldn’t that be a fucking honor?
It’s used as the cheapest, easiest test of crap, isn’t it? If teenage girls love a movie, a book, a band, then it’s immediately classified as mediocre shit. Well, I’m not going to stand for that. Someone needs to treat them like they’re precious, and if nobody else is ready to step up, I guess it’s up to us to put them on the path to recognizing that about themselves.”
― Mary Borsellino, The Devil’s Mixtape
I’m sorry for the exclusion of boys in this quote, but it’s what came to my mind.
The problem is that our society looks down on us, because we are children. They have their arms crossed, they are tapping their toes, impatient. They are all waiting for us to come up with something as brilliant as the work of adults, because they are expecting us to be adults. So where do we stand?
The problem is that we don’t know, either.
Change happens when we show the world the child inside each and every one of us, in the body of an adult. We will stand in front of everyone, and we will give tell them the truth about us with eyes of a child (eyes shining with hope for the world to just please accept me, accept us, don’t judge us, don’t hate us), but we will use the words of a lawyer (words too loud, too sharp, too smart for anyone to drone out – why do you have to do it in the first place? Who started this anyway? Why do you still continue on doing it? Do you even know what you’re doing? Who you’re hurting? How much you’re hurting us?). They will have no choice but to listen.
We have the mind of an adult – observant, aware, concern. But we have the soul of a child – still unharmed, untouched, by reality. We are the youth. We are in between. We are the beginning of change.
Change happens when we accept ourselves. Change happens when others accept who we are. Only the youth can do that. Only we have the mind, heart and soul to do it.