> What is any of this for?... <
****[PLAY SONG “H3@RT$ W3RE M3@NT TO F7¥” AT THIS POINT]****
INT. BEDROOM - NIGHT
Crickets hum outside. CODY LARAE’s eyes are shut tight, flickering under his lids. He’s dreaming. We stay on his closed eyes as voices drift in:
LEGEND
Are we gonna die?
CODY
Not tonight
INT. CROWDED STADIUM - RAC ARENA (Perth, Austraila)
The crowd roars. Smoke floods the stage. BANDO STONE (CODY LARAE) stands still, stone-faced, lights flashing. He’s not moved by it all.
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INT. RECORDING STUDIO
CODY sits in a massive studio, silent, same stone-faced stare. Engineers, producers, and artists surround him. Among them are Ludwig Göransson, Amaarae, Flo Milli, Jorja Smith, Chlöe, Fousheé, Khruangbin, and Alex Wolff. They chat, but Cody? He’s in his own world.
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INT. A LIVING ROOM (an iPhone in Cody's hands)
His face still, now captured by the glow of an iPhone screen. The reddit page r/BandoStone lights up with the headline:
“Bando Stone’s Debut Album is a Hit.”
He scrolls. Headline after headline tells the same story.
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INT. CROWDED STADIUM - RAC ARENA (Perth, Austraila)
Smoke still thick, lights blinding. BANDO STONE (CODY) stands front and center. The crowd waits. Finally, he raps:
CODY
(Full of bravado)
Everybody hatin' wanna get like me
Everybody Satan and I'm G-O-D
Ain't nobody livin' got my P.O.V.
Name another -- who got shit on me
Shoot a motherfucker, I'm the new Spike Lee