Emotion is a full range of a spectrum, like colours. It's not

Opening Scene

The room is bathed in the dim glow of a single overhead light, its warm amber hue struggling against the surrounding darkness. The walls are lined with posters of bands, the kind that speak to rebellion and raw emotion, yet beneath the music, the room feels still. The faint hum of a distant bass guitar vibrates through the floor, a quiet reminder of the world outside.

Jack is sitting at a small desk, a notebook in front of him, tapping the pen nervously against the edge. His eyes are fixed on the blank page, as if trying to make sense of the thoughts swirling in his mind. Jeeny stands by the window, gazing out at the city below, her fingers brushing the glass as if trying to capture the night. There’s a tension in the air, an unspoken conflict between their worlds.

Host: The night outside is heavy, the city lights a distant blur. Inside, the air between them is thick with unspoken words. Jeeny turns, her eyes narrowing slightly as she watches Jack struggle to express what’s on his mind.

Jeeny: “You’re always trying to put things into words, Jack. But you never seem to get it right. What are you really thinking?”

Jack: “I don’t know. I guess I’m trying to figure out this whole thing with emotion. Like, why is it that we always talk about it in the same way? Like, it’s just this explosion of anger or rage. But that’s not all there is, is it?”

Jeeny: “You mean music? You’re not wrong. Anger gets the loudest voice, but it’s only a part of the spectrum. Emotion is so much more than that.”

Jack: “Exactly. Emotion isn’t just screaming into a mic or strumming a guitar until your fingers bleed. That’s just one part of it. But if that’s all we’re doing, how are we really expressing everything we feel? Happiness, sorrow, desire—there’s more, so much more.”

Jeeny: “You’re right, but it’s hard to explore everything else when we’re constantly pushed into this one way of feeling. Music isn’t just rage and anger because we’ve been told that’s what it means to feel deeply. But how are we supposed to expand beyond that when the world is waiting for you to scream?”

Host: The tension between them grows as Jack’s pen falls to the paper, making a loud scratch that echoes through the stillness. He looks up at Jeeny, his eyes reflecting a silent frustration, a yearning for something more, something deeper.

Jack: “I get that. But sometimes it feels like we’re stuck. Guitars and drums are expressive, sure, but they’re still locked into one form of energy. It’s like trying to paint a portrait using only black and red. What about the whole spectrum? What about the softer tones, the quiet moments of vulnerability?”

Jeeny: “And that’s what emotion is. It’s not just about how loud you can get. It’s about everything else, too. The guitar and the screaming are just the shadows of what emotion can really be. What about the melodies that carry you when you're lost? What about the lyrics that make you feel like you’re not alone?”

Jack: “I think we’ve created this idea that to truly feel, you have to break something. You have to shatter the world around you with raw power. But maybe that’s just a way of avoiding the parts of emotion we don’t know how to deal with. We only know how to yell, but we don’t know how to speak.”

Jeeny: “And that’s where we get stuck. We’re so used to the intensity, the crash of feelings, that we forget how to experience the softer, more nuanced parts of us. It’s like we’ve narrowed our range, focusing only on the dark and the chaotic, but we forget the calm, the peaceful and even the quiet despair that needs just as much space.”

Host: The air is thick with their exchange, the music still playing softly in the background, like a subtle underscore to their words. Jack’s fingers tap nervously on the desk, his mind wrestling with the idea that there might be more to emotion than the obvious expressions. Jeeny walks across the room, her presence gentle but strong, as if grounding the intensity of the moment.

Jeeny: “Music can speak to every part of us, not just the angry parts. Emotion is a spectrum because we are. It’s not just about the highs and lows, it’s about everything in between — the subtlety, the complexity, the spaces where you don’t know whether you’re happy or sad, but you know you’re feeling.”

Jack: “That’s what I mean. It’s easy to scream when you’re angry. It’s easy to let the guitar carry you through the rage. But when you’re trying to express the other stuff, the things you can’t even put into words, that’s when music becomes more than just a reaction. It’s a conversation.”

Jeeny: “Exactly. The world doesn’t need more noise. It needs more depth. More layers of sound that let people hear everything they’ve been afraid to say. Sometimes you need the silence between the notes just as much as you need the chords themselves. Emotion is that silence.”

Host: The light flickers slightly as the city outside hums with its own rhythm. Jack stands up now, moving toward the window, his mind still spinning. He watches the world below — a place of constant movement, of noise, but also a place filled with stories that are waiting to be told in more ways than one.

Jack: “So, we’re not just here to scream, to make noise. We’re here to find the quiet moments. To explore the spaces between the anger and the peace.”

Jeeny: “Exactly. Emotion isn’t a single note played on a guitar. It’s the full range of sound, of feeling. It’s the softness, the rawness, the tenderness of a song that makes you feel understood without even having to shout.”

Jack: “It’s not about holding everything in, it’s about letting it out in a way that doesn’t have to destroy everything around you. Sometimes, the hardest part is knowing when to speak and when to listen.”

Host: The record continues to spin, the soft melody filling the space with a sense of understanding. Outside, the city still moves, a blur of people, of noise, of emotion. But inside, there is something more: a quiet realization that true expression comes not from loudness, but from the courage to explore everything that lies between.

Jack and Jeeny stand together by the window, the quiet hum of the world around them speaking more than words ever could. In that silence, they both begin to understand that emotion isn’t a battle — it’s a journey, and sometimes, the most profound moments are found in the spaces between the noise.