(Ethan enters his ceramics art class with a puzzling face. He seems to have some of the most imponderable thoughts thanks to Lena Duchannes. As he was jumbling his thoughts of the new girl, he sat down in his desk on the right hand side of the room. Directly in the front. The audio picks up a few side conversations from girls talking about the Lena Duchannes. But, when Ethan least expected it, Savannah sat down next to him.)
Savannah (flirtatiously): So, do you have a date for the Winter Formal?
(Savannah glances away as Ethan gives her a peculiar look. But, ignoring his eyes she fixes his collar then batts her eyelashes. Seeking for the reply.)
Ethan: No
Savannah: Really? What about Emily?
Ethan (sternly): Emily could care less.
(Savannah stayed quiet for the rest of the time and removed her arm from around his neck.)
Mrs. Abernathy: Today is all about experimentation. You aren't being graded on this. Feel the clay. Free your mind. And ignore the music from downstairs...(flinches at the sound of the band playing horribly out of tune.) Dig deep. Feel our way to your soul.
(Ethan began messing around with the clay, trying to concentrate on the features he wanted to create. But then as the room became quieter, the sound of the band music shifted. Ethan heard a clear sound of a viola or violin. Soon, the audio fades into just the violin or viola solo. It has the sad monotone style to it, that song sounded familar to Ethan. He sat there thinking about it, looking around and noticing that no one else is paying attention to it. But he sits back and cringes at the familar melody. Before he knew it, he heard words. As clear as someone saying them.)
Sixteen noons, sixteen years
Sound of thunder in your ears
Sixteen miles before she nears
Sixteen sees what sixteen fears...
(Ethan stares back at the clay, struggling to concentrate on it. But as he tried squinting, the camera begins to fade and create a bright, white light as it fades into another one of Ethan's dreams.)
A picture of a moonlit sky appears into view. With a dark haired girl and Ethan falling down from the sky. Ethan noticed her hand struggling to reach him. He grabbed at her hand, dug his fingers into his skin, and shook with fear and agony of trying to hold on. She started to slip away. The camera creates a close up image of their hands as you see her hand take a slight yank back.
Girl (begging): Don't let go!
(Ethan tried harder to withstain a grip on her fingers, but her fingers fell through his hand and she fell back into the darkness. The camera then fades back to his ceramic class.)