My eyes opened to a world seized by silence. The airwaves were flooded with nothing. Channels roared with static, and the remote lies in quiet. The world was gone. There was no voice to bring me back, no voice to tell me that I was still here, and no voice to tell me who I really am. The world was gone, and we were voiceless.
Speak to me. Fill my mind with thought. Touch my soul with music. Never leave me in the dark, but talk on for eternity. And speak to me.
I have strolled through these long corridors of my life, alone. Nobody sees me for who I really am. They don't know me, but still I am labeled loner, outcast, or one of the quiet ones. And I would still walk on down these long corridors of my life, alone and forgotten, but I found you. And the radio has never ceased.
What is a voice on the radio but a connection to life. Someone on the other end speaks to me. They know the trials that I faced, hardships that would tear you down, and how cruel the world could seem. They know what it is really like living every day, struggling to stand, and trying to discover who you really inside. They are the voice in the dark, telling us that we are not alone, and they talk on. They talk hard, keeping the airwaves alive.
And they talk truth. There is no sugarcoating for things that need to be said, issues that need to be addressed. There is no gentle way of delivering hard, cold facts, and the airwaves are threatened to be silenced. But we will never stop talking. We will never become voiceless.
Mark Hunter is the new kid on the block, a shy guy, who can't talk. He spends his time trying not to draw attention and eats his lunch alone in the stairwell. The only thing that he wants is to escape the life that he finds himself trapped in, but nobody is listening. And another day goes by.
A voice in the dark tears down the walls. Connection sparks across wires, talking of how things really are. Layers and layers of confusion are pulled away, and identity no longer lies in question. And light is shined over controversy, corruption, and control, and Hard Harry is born. But will tragedy steal away his voice, spreading silence across the airwaves, and leaving us alone, lost in the dark?
So many movies echo of the days of youth such as Stand By Me, The Outsiders, and The Breakfast Club, but do they really speak to us? Is there one with such a strong, powerful voice that will pull us to our feet, open our eyes, and touch our soul? Is there one, who could talk on and talk hard, holding the world in the sway of his words and in the depth of his heart? What is it in a voice that captivates us? Is it the actor breathing life into fiction or the storyline filled with drama? Either way, we are listening, and the power of speech plays on in the movie, Pump Up The Volume.
And Pink Floyd said it best, "For millions of years mankind lived just like the animals. Then something happened which unleashed the power of our imagination. We learned to talk."
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