To take you by your hand? Come on. Life’s not a song. –
But we need guidance telling us right from wrong and dark from
light. If we don’t want to lose sight of the important things to see,
we have to focus. – Concentrate. To figure out our way
through here. – So, first of all, I walk into this lower metal plate. –
Just like the step of an ascending staircase.
Whereas, when I felt the shape of this it was too thin. – Right at the
entrance, no? – Exactly. And quite cold. And kind of geometric.
Some sort of thing you can put stuff on. – A table! It’s a message.
Maybe we have to think in much simpler terms.
Now I get it. – What? – They want to tell us something, and:
with every thing. – Tables are turned? – The wishing table.
Wait, now did you hear that? – Yes, what was it? Did you laugh? –
No, that’s not me. I thought it came from you.
A very low source of warm light is slowly illuminating the room,
like dawn coming up on the horizon.
What is this? – What ... is this?
A piece of music starts to play, first very low, as if heard from far away,
then increasingly louder, a high-pitched voice is singing: “25 years”.
Do you see what I see? – I actually don’t believe this. –
I spy with my little eye something black and: dancing! –
The table’s on the dance floor.
The high-pitched voice is singing again, backed by an electronic, industrial
beat: “Don’t leave me in the corner, don’t leave me in the darkness”.
It’s furniture in motion. And the noise we heard before,
THIS is the voice we heard before, straight from above. – I’ve never
seen a thing like that before. – So now you see it, now you don’t. –
It disappears within the colours on the walls.
The shapes are like a prism through the atmosphere. They change.
“25 Years” is repeated multiple times in the background.
The furniture is moving around, while the two men, both with their hair
slicked back, one in grey, one in black, stand in the middle and stare
at the spectacle with an amazed gaze, marvelling at the scene, obviously
puzzled by what is going on around them. They seem to remember
something and grab a poster out of one of the travel bags they carry.
A sign is rolled out on the wall: “25 Years Grcic for ClassiCon”.
How long have we been here? – Way too long. – I need a rest. –
So take the daybed and lay down. – I will. – There, there. –
That’s nice, relax. – I will. And as they, totally enchanted, look at the
moving furniture, the singing voice is giving them advice:
“Can’t take it with you when you go”. ... LIFE'S NOT A SONG
