As I watched the short film, I molded a storyline out of the frantic assortment of scratches and paint. This is my interpretation, straight from the paper:
epilepsy (I underlined this three times)
Ok so there are two people who really love music, and one day they're playing on opposite street corners. So they notice each other and think "oh man dude, he/she's really good, I hope they think I'm good."
They end up giving all of their attention to each other and start playing different parts of the same song until their melodies sync up. The guy is playing trombone or something and the girl is playing piano even though it would probably be hard to lug one of those around on the street. Anyway they end up playing in the middle of the street because they're moving closer to each other and they're holding up traffic but nobody cares because hey, these two are falling in love and people are crying because oh geez the music is so good dude.
The two of them go to a ballroom and dance to someone else's music. It turns into this big dance sequence like in Titanic and all the foreign passengers are going on and on about how awesome the statue of liberty must be.
They end up running together to a warehouse while music from The Wizard of Oz is playing. (I think I put this in because there was a visual that looked like the yellow brick road.) And they end up playing racketball until they collapse on the floor because what a long day.
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