Loving Pschizophrenic MALE VOICE (IN THE TONE OF A BEATNIK READING POETRY)

He thrived upon the collaboration. At times they brought a large copy of the Webster's dictionary to randomly find topics and adjectives that would soon hypnotize their readers into the concepts of the fantasies.

FX

Boy and girl murmuring, turning pages.

MALE VOICE (CONTINUES)

They wrote for months until the girl grew paranoid and very insecure. She began to Question herself, the ward, and then the boy. Immediately the boy grew worrisome, wondering why they were becoming strangers? The girl became mad one sunny day of April. She ranted about; "Why do you hate me?"

FX

Muffled orderly voices, heavy metal doors slamming.

MALE VOICE (CONTINUES)

The boy knew not why or how this had come about. All the words of love and guidance bounced fervorously out of her comprehension. She seemed not to be making any sense of his "words" of encouragement.

FX

Boy speaking directly to girl, ambient noise of the psych ward.

MALE VOICE

Hey, come on, why you gotta be like that?

MALE VOICE (CONTINUES)

The boy too went into his own fit of depression. He began not to recognize her. He often...

Perhaps the facility had a routine cycle of its patients to keep to a synthetic authenticity inside the walls of the ward?
FEMALE VOICE (MALE PATIENT'S SISTER)

The first time I truly knew something was wrong was when he told us about the radio.

MALE VOICE (CONTINUES)

Dark foggy night, Bakersfield, California, summer of 2000. I am eighteen and my grandma isn't worrying about me tonight. A raver (James Gay) is standing next to his car outside of Steve's house playing some type of music with a noticeable bass line through the walls of Steve's house. He is calling me, I have to go there. Steve ushers me out there, he knows I have a mission.

Steve just introduced me to James this summer.

FX

Car doors opening and closing, sounds of a rave, trance music.

MALE VOICE (CONTINUES)

He took us to LA and went to an underground rave. Here you can watch the top names in trance music such as Keokee and Hip. Strobe lights, glow stick dancers, candy kids and a pulsing bass engulfed the entire secret theater. We all sat at the top of the theater overlooking the seemingly distant dance floor, all of the colors dancing lackadaisically. I wanted more so I pulsed by into my unconsciousness. It was…