Upon entering Seigfred Hall, The echoes of laughter and music blared at the cavernous and empty building. It was 40 minutes after six, and I was practically persuaded to join this club by the charming Treasurer, Will.
I was fortunate to meet Will at the First Week’s Involvement fair at my current University. Amidst the bustling crowds of waves of freshmen, his voice cut through the crowds like a newly purchased blade. Splitting a path and gaining my attention. It seems that I wasn’t the only one enchanted by his witchcraft, as many people appeared at the club.
A definitive size, this group of merry folk has been in business for around nine years and were prestigious enough to rent the school’s movie theater. With a sense of hope, I watched at the projector’s light. “Rough Cut” plastered in bolded lettering adorned the screen.
In this storm of joyous laughter, I found myself conversing with the many future members. Avoiding my glazes, many of them responded to my questions out of courtesy. Perhaps a lingering fear or a general disinterest tainted their hearts, for many would go silent after a couple of questions.
Yet, I wish not to judge so harshly for I understand their awkwardness.
As I ran out of freshmen to torment with my questions, A gentleman took up to the stage. Jordan Walker, The president of the club and an oncoming graduate. His immediate presence, a signal of this meeting commence, drew the crowd to silence. It even saved me from ending another awkward conversation with another freshman person.
His overall attire somewhat resembles mine, a simple flannel with some form of white shirt underneath. In this case, a complementary combination of blue and orange. Black pants and a legendary pair of black converse to finalize his style. Respectfully, it reminded me of a style that would be worn around the 80’s or 90’s.
As Jordan vocalized his visions for this group, I couldn’t help but to ponder about the real reasoning of my appearance.
Media to me had some form of spark. A form of combustion that lingers and that cannot be so easily stopped. A Ravager of self doubt.
Yet, mine seem to dim. Not fully extinguished, but worse, in a constant state of balance between life and death. As Jacob visualized their group’s film achievements, I cannot help but to yearn to be ignited.
Truthfully, I cannot understand the emotions that my heart chants, but something is clear.
There is a passion amidst these individuals that grazes the soul with a harmonious melody. For in the art of film, we find humanity’s newest attempt at creating visualized emotion. A visualized spectacle of song, colors and stories that were once only created in the deepest pigmentations of our psyche. Where humans are persuaded to laugh, to cry, and most importantly, feel.
To the observant and passionate alike, there is a forgotten factor that is overseen by the casual audience.
The people.
The complex idea that is the backbone of a passionate film. Stories where a group of friends venture in the darkest of forest in an inane quest to revolutionize the film industry. A horror film, perhaps a comedy, or even a dark romance. With a sense of camaraderie and armed with a camera, these stalwart aficionados crave to change their world through film. The light of their equipment being simply an accessory against the relentless night. For even in the darkest of sets, they can see clearly through the blazing passions of their hearts. A passion that is created and cultivated by their time together.
I yearn to study this aspect of film, for I miss it. May the world allow me to be selfish once, and help those in order to understand the beauty of working together. For I was once young and blinded by superficial thoughts. Only in absence I truly understood its significance and became blinded by the mere emptiness it left. I will not miss such pulchritudinous opportunities.
After a couple of films, and a meet and greet “game”. We ended up being dismissed. I was blessed with the opportunity to speak with Jordan Personally. Then He invited the group to a local ice cream place: Whits. Given that it was fairly late and there was a big crowd, I denied his invitation.
Besides, they had already granted me a sweeter treat. The opportunity to be among them.
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