Drama/Macabre Humor: a precocious teen from Illinois has penchant for music. He composes an epic score in--his utter precociousness--and builds the score (ironically so) to encompass his feelings of inferiority in comparison to the other "great" minds of music. He also includes snippets of incestuous lust towards his sister. Given that Mr.Teenage-child-prodigy-composer never revealed the true motives behind his music, none of musical professionals in his southern Illinois suburban neighbourhood suspected a thing, nor did anyone care to question why so many music majors inhabited the small town.
Unfortunately for our teenage protagonist, genius begets paranoia, and despite his superficial reasoning (logic never seems to pair well with musicians) that obviously no one would know what his music meant, he still couldn't detach himself from his feelings of perturbation. The banality and platitudinous nature of his daily life continued to elevate his insecurities; he didn't know what to do and even though suicide would end his troubles, it wouldn't erase his music, in fact--as a certain Cuban man has taught us, perhaps it would elevate his music even higher. He couldn't have that.
In this southern Illinois town that spawns musical geniuses, lures semi-successful musical majors, and has a diner that promises "the absolute best ice cream waffles in the midwest" (it used to say in the United States, but legal issues with a New Jersey-based wafflehouse forced them to change this. On the store's sign that featured this slogan prominently, one could still make out the large "U" that was present before the modification--much like the various "heat" shadows that Hiroshima featured heavily after being nuked during WWII) something was strangely askew--its inhabitants too involved to take notice, its visitors...well, it's a small suburban town in Illinois. There weren't any visitors. Perhaps this is why that, despite the apparent genius of the boy, the boy's music had failed to spread outside the town. Even though that the boy was a musical genius, and thus worse at everything else as all geniuses seem to be, except for Oscar Wilde because he seemed to be both mighty good at writing and taking it up the ass, the boy was one of the few that noticed that the music had failed to spread outside the town. This was odd given the multitude of music producers in his town. But the boy and the individual who will be writing the movie's script failed to extend their scrutiny this far and judging by the fact that Avatar is the highest grossing film of all time, the general public will fail in this matter as well.
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