Recording Stories

Photographer Mikaela has a shoot for a client where they want her to bring their favorite song to life. She finds it tricky because how will she take a picture in a canyon? She goes to a Harry Styles concert on her adventure to find inspiration. The moment he lays eyes on her, everything changes.

My name is Chris. That's an alias of course, I can't be to careful. If you've found this recording then congratulations, you just found a relic of the past. I can't say the exact date but it's around the viral era. You probably don't know what era that is in. The era of machines. No terminator crap, the digital age, every last human, computerised. Now I don't know if this recording will be found by any future human descendents. Hell you might be completely different race, dwelling in the repulsive fallout. Perhaps this recording will rot in the waste land, it's case shielding it from the radiation storms and the harsh claws of nature. Maybe it can watch this repulsive rock and once great empire wither and crumble as the sky turns crimson and ashes hung in the heavy air. I started this diary of sorts to keep me sane. A way for my twisted mind to stay human. I highly doubt that anyone or anything will find this grey case. But if you have, good job. You can see this broken man crumble.

A party night. A house full of partying YouTubers. Something goes wrong. One of them goes missing. And someone is about to spills some secrets, to break them all.