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The path under the lighthouse is full of dirt, and rain Jane, an eighteen year old photography student at Blackwell academy is lying on the floor, she opens her eyes and looks around.
“What… w-where am I? What's happening?
Jane sits up and looks around.
“There’s a storm? How did I get here.?"
Jane stands up and looks around, she sees the lighthouse that is on top of the hill and starts to walk up to it
Jane walks up the hill, her arm covering her face from the storm. When she gets up to the top of the cliff he sees the giant tornado about to hit Arcadia bay
“Oh my god..”
Jane watches as a boat flies into the lighthouse, the lighthouse begins to crumble down
“NO”
The last thing she sees is the lighthouse start to fall on her
She wakes back up in Blackwell photography class
“W-what was that?? That was so surreal.. Was that a dream..? it felt so real tho..” Jane thinks to herself
She looks around confused and slightly hears mr Scott talking
“Alfred Hitchcock famously called film, "little pieces of time"
Jane says in his head still thinking “Okay... I'm in class..”
“Everything’s cool.. I’m okay..”
She continues to look around still hearing brenner talk
“These pieces of time can frame us in our glory and our sorrow; from light to shadow; from color to chiaroscuro...”
-"Now, can you give me an example of a photographer who perfectly captured the human condition in black and white? Anybody? Bueller?
But Jane still confused was just blocking out what Mr brenner was saying
"I didn't fall asleep, and... that sure didn't feel like a dream... Weird" Jane says still thinking to herself
Jane look’s at Angela, who answered Mr brenners question.
"Because of her images of hopeless faces. You feel like, totally haunted by the eyes of those sad mothers and children."
Jane rolls her eyes.
Mr brenner replies
"She saw humanity as tortured, right? And frankly, it's bullshit.”
"seriously though, I could frame any one of you in a dark corner, and capture you in a Moment of desperation. And any one of you could do that to me. Isn't that too easy? Too obvious? What if Arbus chose to capture people at the height of their beauty or innocence? She had a brilliant eye, so she could have taken another approach.”
Angela puts her arm up.
"I had to admit, l'm not a big fan of her work. I prefer...”
“Robert Frank.”
Jane still slightly listening picks up her camera on his desk
"Me too, Angela . He captured the essence of post-war, beat America. And there was honestly about the economic conditions of the era, but a beauty in the struggle. You don’t know a beauty without a beat. While explains why-“
Jane starts to tune everyone out again and looks at the photo on her desk
“Look a this crap! How can I show this to Mr Jefferson?”
"I can hear the class laughing at me now.”
Jane takes a selfie with her camera and Mr brenner looks over at her
"Shh, I believe Jane has taken what you kids call a "selfie"... A dumb word for a wonderful photographic tradition. And Jane... has a gift. Of course, as you all know, the photo portrait has been popular since the early 1800's. Your generation was not the first to use images for "selfie-expression." Sorry. I couldn't resist. The point remains that the portraiture has always been a vital aspect of art, and photography, for as long as it's been around. Now, Jane, since you've captured our interest and clearly want to join the conversation, can you please tell us the name of the process that gave birth to the first self-portraits?”
"You're asking me? Let me think... Um...”
"I did know! ...But I kinda forgot.”
Mr brenner hits the desk.
“You either know this or not, Jane. Is there anybody here who knows their stuff?”
Angela raises her hand
"Louis Daguerre was a French painter who created
"daguerreotypes" A process that gave portraits a sharp reflective style, like a mirror."
Angela looks at Jane.
"Now you're totally stuck in the Retro Zone. Sad face.”
Angela smirks and then looks back at Brenner
"Very good Angela. The Daguerreian Process brought out fine detail in people's faces, making them extremely popular from the 1800's onward.”
Jane gets her phone out of her pocket, she looks at it. She reads a text from Hopper, her father
"Have a special 18th birthday. You're an adult now but you're still our little girl. Check your account. Don't blow it all at once.”
Jane looks at her chats with Chrissy.
TEXT(Chrissy)
“Hey Jane you around?”
TEXT(Jane)
Always. You okay?
Chrissy is typing.
TEXT(Chrissy)
Do you want to get tea later today?
Jane types back.
TEXT(Jane)
Absolutely, I'll be free after 4.
Chrissy is typing.
TEXT(Chrissy.)
TTYL.
Jane looks at her messages from Mike, a seventeen year old student at Blackwell who is in love with Jane.
She hears the bell rings and tries to walk out while Mr Brenner is distracted with Angela
“I see you, Jane hopper. Don't even think about leaving here until we talk about your entry.”
Jane sighs and turns around to approach Angela and Brenner.
"I'd never let one of photography's future stars avoid handing in his picture.”
"I didn't have any time... Way too much homework.”
"Jane, you're a better photographer than a liar... Now I know it's a drag to hear some old dude lecture you... but life won't wait for you to play catch-up. You're young, the world is yours, blah blah blah, right? But you do have a gift, you have the fever to take images, to frame the world only the way you envision it. Now, all you need is the courage to share your gift with others. That's what separates the artist, from the amateur.”
Jane leaves the art class.
Jane says thinking to himself
"Welcome to the real world...”
"I need a serious timeout in the bathroom. Splash water on my face and make sure I don't look like a total loser.”
He overhears two of Angelas friends talking
"Why would anybody want to carry around a dorky instamatic?”
"Because Jane wants everybody to see how hip she is.”
"As if. She plays it so shy.”
"She’s so fucking shy she takes selfies with a giant camera.”
Jane puts on her headphones and the music starts playing. Jane walks along to hallways while she’s walking she looks at the posters hanging up one catches her eye tho. a missing poster
-Lucas Sinclair-
-Age: 19-
-Date missing/ mon April 22, 2013-
“there’s so many posters of him everywhere I wonder what happened..” she continues to walk towards the bathroom
and then enters the bathroom.
Jane reaches the bathroom and starts quietly talking to herself
"Empty. Good. Nobody can see my meltdown. Except for me.”
Jane washes her face using one of the sinks, then takes out her polaroid photo.
A blue butterfly flies in and lands on a bucket, behind a stall. Jane follows after.
"When a door closes, a window opens... Or, something like that. Okay girl, you don't get a photo op like this everyday...”
Jane approaches the butterfly and takes a photo of it. The butterfly takes off and lands on a sink.
Billy enters the bathroom, closing the door behind her. Jane hears the sound and turns around.
“It's cool, Billy... Don't stress... You're okay, bro. Just count to three... Don't be scared... You own this school... If I wanted, I could blow it up... You're the boss...”
A girl with short dyed blue hair enters
“So what do you want?” Billy says
“I hope you checked the perimeter, as my step-ass would say. Now, let's talk bidness” Jane hears the mystery person say
"I got nothing for you.”
"Wrong. You got hella cash.”
"That's my family, not me.”
"Oh, boohoo, poor little rich kid. I know you been pumpin' drugs 'n' shit to kids around here... I bet your respectable family would help me out if I went to them. Man, I can see the headlines now”
"Leave them out of this, bitch.”
“I can tell everybody Billy Hargrove is a punk ass who begs like a little girl and talks to himself”
Steve takes out his gun and points it at the blue haired girl. She backs up into the wall and Billy stands in front of her, one arm against the wall and the other pointing the gun at her stomach.
"You don't know who the fuck I am or who you're messing around with!”
“Where'd you get that? What are you doing? Come on, put that thing down!”
"Don't EVER tell me what to do. I'm so SICK of people trying to control me!”
"You are going to get in hella more trouble for this than drugs”
"Nobody would ever even miss your "punk ass" would they?”
"Get that gun away from me, psycho!”
The blue haired girl pushes Billy away from him and he pulls the trigger, shooting the girl in the stomach. Jane comes out from behind the stall.
NO!
Jane stretches out her right hand. The gun and blue haired girl fall on the ground in slow motion and everything becomes blurry. Moments later, the whole sequence is reversed and Jane finds herself in the art class again.
Jane thinks to herself
"Whoa! What the fuck...? How—how can that be? I was in the bathroom... He shot that poor girl... I held up my hand...and then I was back here.”
"Alfred Hitchcock famously called film "little pieces of time.-“
"I already heard this lecture...”
"These pieces of time can frame us in our glory and our sorrow; from light to shadow; from color to chiaroscuro...
"Shit! Man, I cannot believe this... Okay, if I'm crazy, I might as well go all the way... Can I actually reverse time?”
"Now can you give me an example of a photographer who perfectly captured the human condition in black and white? Anybody?”
Jane watches Angela answer the question just like before
..
“Maybe I can reverse again”
Jane rewinds time with her right hand and watches everything return to its place again
"I did it... I actually did it! I'm a human Time Machine...”
she watches Angela answer the question again
"When I took my selfie, Brenner asked me a question. If he does again, I'll know this is for real.”
Jane take’s a selfie again.
"I believe Jane has taken what you kids call a "selfie"... A dumb word for a wonderful photographic tradition. And Jane ...has a gift.Of course, as you all know, the photo portrait has been popular since the early 1800's. Your generation is not the first to use images for selfie-“
"So I can go back in time... What if that girl isn't dead yet? Can I save her?
"I need to go to the bathroom quickly and check it out!”
"Now Jane, since you've captured our interest and clearly want to join the conversation, can you please tell us the name of the process that gave birth to the first self-portraits?”
"I’m sorry, I feel sick. May I be excused?
I have to use the bathroom.
"Nice try Jane. But you're not gonna get away that easy. We can talk more after class.”
"Oh, shit, Brenner wants to keep me after class. And I need time to save that girl..."
“Is there anybody here who knows their stuff?
"ouis Daguerre was a French painter who created "daguerreotypes" a process that gave portraits a sharp reflective style, like a mirror. Now you're totally stuck in the Retro Zone. Sad face." Angela answers
"Very good, Angela. The Daguerreian Process brought out fine detail in people's faces, making them extremely popular from the 1800's onward.”
"What if I rewind again, and give him the right answer?
Jane rewinds.
"Now Jane, since you've captured our interest and clearly want to join the conversation, can you please tell us the name of the process that gave birth to the first self-portraits?”
“The Daguerreian Process. Invented by a French painter named...Louis Daguerre. Around 1830.”
“Somebody has been reading, as well as posing. Nice work, Jane.
Angela gives Jane an annoyed look.
Bell rings.
"And, guys, don't forget the deadline to submit a photo in the "Everyday Heroes" Contest. I will fly out with the winner to San Francisco where you'll be feted by the art world. It's great exposure and it can kickstart a career in photography. And yes Jane, I see you pretending not to see me.”
"Jane, you are not crazy. You are not dreaming. It's time to be an everyday hero.”
He walks up to Mr Brenner
"Excuse me, Mr Brenner, can I talk to you for a moment?”
"Yes, excuse you” Angela says
"No, Angela, excuse us.”
"I'd never let one of photography's future stars avoid handing in his picture.”
"I’m on top of it. I think John Lennon once said that "Life is what happens while you're busy making other plans."
"Jane, you are on fire today. All the right answers. Good. Make sure you finish working on it by today. I have faith in you.”
Jane leaves the art class.
"I hope I have enough time to get to the bathroom...please...please... I can't tell anybody...they'll think I'm crazy!”
Jane enters the bathroom.
"Okay, Jane, retrace every step... I washed my face... I shredded my photo... Then the...butterfly flew in... And I took a photo...”
Jane take’s a photo of the butterfly. Billy and the blue haired girl enter the bathroom.
"Leave them out of this, bitch.”
"I can tell everybody Billy
Harrington is a punk ass who begs like a little girl and talks to himself”
Billy pulls out his gun.
"You don't know who the fuck I am or who you're messing around with!”
"Where'd you get that? What are you doing? Come on, put that thing down!”
Jane thinks to herself "Wowser, it's happening again.”
"Don't EVER tell me what to do. I'm so SICK of people trying to control me!
"You are going to get in hella more trouble for this than drugs—“
"Nobody would ever even miss your "punk ass", would they?”
"Get that gun away from me, psycho!"
Billy kills the girl and drops his gun on the ground. He then starts to shake her and walk around the bathroom nervously."
Jane thinks "Holy shit, I can't let this happen... If I can reverse time again, I can help him.”
"Oh... Shit! No, no, no, no...”
Jane rewinds.
Jane looks at the fire alarm.
Jane thinks
"I need a hammer to break it open!”
"Don't EVER tell me what to do. I'm so SICK of people trying to control me!”
"You are going to get in hella more trouble for this than drugs—“
"Nobody would ever even miss your "punk ass", would they?”
Jane moves a maintenance cart, grabs a hammer from the floor and breaks the fire alarm glass with it. She then starts the fire alarm. Billy stops pointing his gun at the girl and looks behind him.
"No way...”
The girl knees Billy in the stomach or groin and pushes him to the floor.
"Don't EVER touch me again, freak!
The boy exits the bathroom. Billy picks up his gun and notices the pieces of Jane’s photo on the floor.”
"Another shitty day...”
Billy exits the bathroom.
Jane is still in shock
"That did not happen! This cannot be real! I just saw a girl get shot and then saved her! What the fuck is going on? Do. Not. Freak. Out.”