[Your Mother’s Episode.] (SEASON 6- ACT III, PART VII)

Festival Project A Saga S Ū P A © R E E ™ One World. | PEACE. LOVE. UNITY. RESPECT. | Lifelong friends navigate the infinitely incredible world of rave culture, journeying together (and sometimes, apart) into the PLUniveRse© in fantastical, philosophical, and third-eye-opening adventures--the likes of which have never been seen (or foretold.) Festival Project™ is a multi-genre, mystifying and magical cross-genre series, set against the backdrop of modern rave culture-- combined with historical and futuristic elements-- across expansions of space-and-time, unifying with The Universal Consciousness in a multidimensional and explorative ensemble of Films, Episodic Series, Music Videos, Extended Playlists, and Concept Albums. A perpetual symphony of artistic storytelling though a cavalcade of wonderful and whimsical characters along high-intensity, off-the-map adventures--showcased through Music, Film & Interactive Art Explorations--set upon the dreamlike actual reality of an unravelling fabric of time-and-space. Enter The Multiverse: Anything Is Possible. This explosive and expansive wave of enigmatic, chaos-colliding, charismatic [ and often comedic] kinetic energy, reflects a shared experience throughout all time in human connection; Journey beyond the unknown, to Worlds Within--and Without. Everything is Everything. The Festival Project Saga is a multi-media Music, Film and Television saga that offers a new perspective on the ever-changing and recently popularized culture of dance music; it touches on the history of the culture as a whole, as well as a variety of other societal issues this generation faces—friendship, connectivity, communication—the dawn of social media, America's education system and justice system, immigration, and emerging mental health and drug crisis—while also taking a look at a history of counter culture as a derivative of the rapidly evolving technology of today's society. Through its characters and storylines, we dive deeply into a conglomerate of generational growth and exponentially educational topics, lightheartedly touching tales of friendship, family through blood and through bond, and exploring fields, of Astrology, Philosophy. Festival Trip- Two lifelong friends take a two-week-long trip across the country, to attend two major music festivals—one on the west coast (Among Aliens, in California), and one on the east (Ultimate Music Festival) Chava Hoffs Sala Emillio Gunther Ross- The more than interesting circus-act of a plug/one of Sala's romantic interests, who just happens to be in the same place at the same time, once Sala and Chava arrive in California. Solomon Dominguez- Chava's “homie-lover-friend”, a DC native transplanted to LA who hustles and bustles the 3-job life to live the California dream—a surprisingly dedicated and loyal friend to Chava, who considers him the “king of fuckboys”—which, is not entirely untrue. Johnny McEntire- An eclectic and friendly photographer who stumbles upon Sala during a vulnerable moment—a sweet, humble, and vibrant personality, Chava mostly dismisses him as just another victim of Sala's constantly-inconstant romantic gestures and affiliations. Grace Williams (Chava's Super-Christian (but very sweet) Aunt) Billy Williams- Chava's very dorky, southern Baptist uncle who can't help but throw in a (praise-jesus) Krista DeVaunte- Bride-To-Be—Noah's Fiance Noah Williams- Chava's Cousin, the groom to be Naomi Williams- Chava's salty Cousin, and freinemy since birth—Noah's younger sister Sonny Johnson— Chava's ex-fiance Dustin Roberts—Sala's ex-boyfriend Juan Manuel Jose Melendez Gutierrez-Rodriguez—Sala's current boyfriend, with whom she lives & works with. Running Jokes: -Ridiculous DJ names and Absurd Fictional Festivals -Speaking Spanish with a Mandarin-inflenced dialect—speaking/yelling in awful Spanish-sounding-Mandarin—speaking “Mandarish” or “Spandarin” -Every time Chava mentions Sonny (her ex), Sala interjects with “Fuck Sonny!” -Cop Jokes (due to Chava's occupation) “Go climb broke-bitch mountain!” ACT I- The Wedding Bashers/It's Festival Season “Save-The-Date” Inciting Incident—Plans to attend a destination wedding that Chava and her lifelong. long- distance best friend Sala, have been planning for almost a year are abruptly halted when Chava learns via a very eventful FaceTime call (‘Meet The Williams') that her +1 invitation had apparently only applied to her now-ex-fiance [whom her stuck-up family adored because of his abhorrent Christianity], and that the bride-to-be would not allow Sala to take his place on the guest list—as her vivid memories of Sala from Chava's engagement party are severely grotesque. Flashback: Chava + Sonny's engagement party. Chava: Yeah dude, they got all, mad-butthurt that I was bringing you instead of Sonny. Sala: Fuck Sonny! [The Break-Up] Sala: FUCK YOUR BIRTHDAY! CHAVA: I'M SURE YOU WOULD IF YOU COULD, IF MY BIRTHDAY HAD A PENIS. Sala: YOUR BIRTHDAY DOES HAVE A PENIS—IT'S YOU, DICK. CHAVA: THEN SUCK ME, SALLY MAE. SALA: YOU WISH, WANDA. CHAVA: Can't make a wish with no fucking candles, Kandace. SALA: Huh. I would have thought there were candles just judging by hard you fucking BLOW, Bonnie! CHAVA: Then drive off cliff, Clyde. A remote, unnamed city near the North Pole, in the Alaskan Arctic Circle. It is severely cold, even visually so. ACT II- Sunny California ACT III- Sunny Florida In the scene where random ravers find Sala's backpack in the parking lot, debut Rave Dora [Backpack SupaCreeMixx] “I'm a backpack loaded up with things and Knick-knacks too—anything that you might need, I got inside for you...” Festival Trip One-Liners/ Slang/ Phrases Keep up, Kassandra Hold Up, Heather Be back, Becky Back up, Barbra Shut up, Susan/ Shut Up Sandra/ Shut Up Sharon/ Sit Down, Sally Shove It, Shelly Stop It, Stella Chill, Chelsea Cheer Up, Charlie (a reference to Willy Wonka) Get out my biz, Liz Really Billy? Excerpt, Act III Chava: Dude, your energy is killing me. Sala: So. Chava: Soo, fix it. Sala: What do I look like—Bob the Builder? Chava: More like Wreck-It-Ralphed-All-Over-Yourself Sala: Fuck you. Chava: Off limits. I'm the last person on earth you haven't fucked. Sala: Jealous? Chava: Of the super-massive black-hole that is your vagina? No. I just wish my camera had a better low-light filter so I had actual photographic proof of an 8th world wonder. Sala: …fuck you. Chava: ‘No' Means ‘No'. [blows whistle] Get up. Sala: Ahhhhh—Get fucked! Chava: I was—and you ruined it being a hoe—but I'm willing to look past that, because its a beautiful fucking day in Miami and we're about to get lit. C'mon. S'day one. Sala: Day 1 of rave 2, I'm over it. Chava: Hoe, I'm over you. Sala: Get over me, then, bitch— Chava: I already said I am. Get with it. Sala: Get with this dick. Chava: What's a dick without some balls, bro? Pussy. Sala: … Chava: You mad? Sala: I been mad. Chava: Stay mad, then. Sala: How about I just stay here. Chava: Pay here, stay here, bitch—this trip ain't free. Sala: This trip ain't me. Raves are your thing. I'm not a “festival chick.” Chava: You are for the next three days. Sala: …Three…?! Chava: And counting. Get. Some. Motherfuckin' balls. Here, have some Jesus Juice. [She extends her arm, holding the bottle in front of Sala] Sala: Ughhh. Chava: Come on, man. I'm tryna see Cow Turds. Sala: You're engaged to one. Chava: Shut the fuck up and drink. Here, I'll have one with you. The Epic Trip – ‘Girl—Meet World'. After breaking up with both her ex-fiance and her best friend, a depressed and anxious Chava decides to take a last-minute trip to another one of her bucket list destinations: The Epic Music Festival in Las Vegas, Nevada. F*ckFest: The Origins (Prequel) 21-year-old Chava Hoffs, a longtime raver and lover of all things dance culture, finally convinces her bar-scene best friend to accompany her to a regional event in her area, ‘F*ckfest', Sala's first ever festival/rave where—to both her and Chava's surprise, she connects with other longtime friends she had no idea were immersed into the culture. Sala, having been “rave-retired” since entering her first serious relationship, becomes overly-excited and branches off on her own, reconnecting with her true self after spending too long in her own shell—she discovers her love for an up-and-coming new artist (‘Shluggy') who magnetizes her with a newly-created sound (‘PukeRock'—a play on “VomitStep”) Vibes [Mini Series, Prequel]- A sequel-in-installments to the shenanigans following F*ckfest, where Chava returns to visit Sala and return to ‘one of her favorite venues', which now hosts GoF*ckYourself (GFY), the biggest summertime festival in the region. Festival Trip II [First Sequel ]- It's been a magical year and the breakup is over; A 20-something's imaginary friend returns, a decade after disappearing, just as she finds herself on the brink of ‘real adulthood', and has settled into the mundane and mediocre—as he leads her on a journey of self-discovery, she internally struggles with whether to tell her therapist—after deciding (or rather, being convinced) she shouldn't, she begins a desperate search for answers in what seems like a downward spiral into (Use- I'm on my way to heaven, for trailer.) A group of friends decide to form their own society after discovering an “uncharted” island—what they don't know [understand] is that the world government is observing at every angle—and as their population increases, they struggle as the popularity of their culture and lifestyle explode— Craig's world- an ensemble about the good old days of craigslist Ū [Amnesia/Working Title] Miami (Ami) A fashion designer and music enthusiast who attends festivals in her spare time, seeking inspiration for her fashion and design blog; she shares an apartment with her lesbian best friend from college, who works as a freelance writer and photographer. Crystal (Chrys) A short-haired-yet-feminine gender-non-conforming lovable with a dry sense of humor and an eye for art; Music lover and fan of festivals, Miami's “convert” into the rave world. Serra- A high-matinence instagram model who supports herself through social media promotion and influencing, modeling Miami's fashion line and sugar-babying/arm-candying to make her way through life, usually attending festivals as someone's date or just to take pictures/show face. Samuel/Donnie- Sensei Samurai: An award-winning world-renowned music artist and specialty DJ, the soul-headliner of ‘Magic's Mountain art and Music Festival' Daz- Sam/Donnie's Manager- (Antagonist) Lazers, pyrotechnics, strobes, and confetti light the night sky as Sensei Samurai, a medium-build white guy sporting two long braids and a samurai cut (his signature style), dances atop the table which supports a state-of-the-art DJ set-up; The stage is massive, the crowd is wild--but he is at home--or rather, at work, and at the top of his game. He jumps down from the table, drinking from a red solo cup, before he picks up the microphone to speak to his audience: Samuel: LET ME SEE YOU FUCKING JUMP. He dances around, flailing his arms to gesture to the crowd, drinking again from his red solo cup . He moves to the beat of the music as he focuses to adjust the mixer, structuring a build-up. His manager watches from backstage, carefully eying his every move. Samuel: --ARE YOU GUYS READY? [He lights a ciggarette, sips from his cup again as he continues to mix. He nods along to the beat, grooving as he plots his next move, looking into the crowd with hunger in his eye.] Dez: (speaking into a earpiece) Sammy, take it easy... [He glances stage left, to where Dez is situated and watching him like a hawk; He nonchalantly shrugs, blowing out a plume of smoke into the air, decisively irritated with the instruction.] Dez: (Cont'd): I mean it, chill. [Samuel sticks his finger into his ear, wiggling it profusely--and dislodges the hidden inner-earpiece, eyeing Dez as he pulls up his headphones, deep in the mix; He takes a long drag from his ciggarette, master-minding as he feverously twists the knobs and dials of the mixer.] Samuel (over the mic) NO CHILL MOTHERFUCKERS. [The music speeds as he prepares for the drop.] Dez: (forgetting momentarily that he will not be heard) Sam, don't--! [Too late. Samuel Drops the bass so hard, it hurts, ripping off his headphones and running straight into the crowd, head first to crowd surf. The crowd goes massively, insanely wild.] Through the lens of Crystal's camera, we see a series of still photos, capturing Sam's wild plunge into the crowd, just off-center in the front row. Miami looks to her right, giving her a nod of approval; Crystal shoots her a hand signal for “ok”. Miami looks to her left, lifting an eyebrow and smirking at Serra, who bounces off-beat against a tall wooky gentleman who has his arms around her through the sleeves of a spirit hood, tilting her head from side to side as she poses for selfies. Miami happily sways to the motion of the music, putting one hand over the rail and pulling up her mask with the other, as she watches Samuel be lifted back onto the stage and take his place behind the decks. The set continues, the crowd, the lazers, and the effects go wild: The backdrop reads ‘SENSEI SAMURAI' His backup dancers are acrobatic ninjas. Samuel: Thank you Magical Mountain, I Love You Guys!! The crowd goes wild as Samuel exits the stage, ignoring Dez as he breezes past him. Dez: (following after him) I thought I said, “No more crowd surfing, no more stage diving.” Samuel: I thought you said that, too. Dez: Do you recall “OhMyLanta?” Samuel: (sarcastically) Oh, you mean that festival in Atlanta? Dez: Yes. Samuel: How creative. Dez: ‘Creative' would describe the legal team's very expensive, very strenuous tactical strategy which weaseled you out of a very serious lawsuit. Samuel: What? When was this? Dez: This was when you decided to stage dive wearing goth-pants and your chains got stuck in that kid's earholes Samuel: They're called Tripp pants. Dez: Oh yeah...what do you call them after mutilating a teenager with them? Samuel: Tripp pants I can sell on eBay. I made that kid a star. Dez: You made him a cripple. Samuel: --we still talk. [EXT. A FARAWAY FOREST] Bass blasts through the christmas-lit forest, a festival set in the meadow against the lush and natural forest scenery; Attendees come-and-go to-and-from the lines of tents and out into the festival grounds, where DJs headline stages, dancers and performers interact with spectators, vendors practice their unique salesmanship, and the wild and true nature of ravers is unleashed. Frozen breath leaks from the laughing mouths of three young individuals, running through the forest; Twigs crush and leaves crackle underfoot of their prancing and galloping feet, clad in combat boots, tennis shoes, and platforms, respectively. Ripped fishnets hug the thighs that sweep together rapidly, swooshing as the legs that bare them race forward; a pashmina trails behind one's back, acting as a cape of sorts. A thud, in the darkness of the forest. Crystal and Serra continue forward, unaware their friend has fallen for a few short moments, leaving Miami behind. Miami confusedly looks for the obstruction which caused her to trip, discovering under a pile of brush and leaves, a man (Samuel) lying face down on the ground; her eyes widen and she draws slightly back, frightened, before squinting and leaning in to get a closer look; She turns on a glow toy for added light, she pants heavily under her breath, shaking slightly as she brushes away debris and leaves, uncovering his head and shoulders, revealing he is wearing a mask. She examines him. His glasses are broken, lying on the ground under his face--His hair is wet; he appears dead. Crystal: ...I told you not to wear those. Miami: Yo… Crystal: Yo--*gasps* (she grabs Serra by the shoulder, holding her back.) Serra: (She notices the body, under her pashmina, spirit hood, and glasses) Ohwhatthefuck. (she takes a few steps back) Crystal: Don't move. Serra: Yeah, fuck that. Fuck this. (she wraps the pashmina tightly around her face) [muffled] Fuck this. Crystal: ...Ami, we should get out of here. Miami: We should help him. Crystal: He may be beyond help, honey. Serra: He's fucking dead. Whatthefuck. Fuck this! Crystal: ...Is he dead? Miami: (she looks at him closely, there are no signs of life. she checks for breathing with her hand.) ...I don't know. (she checks again, leaning in closer. she grabs his wrist to check a pulse) Serra: Don't touch it! Miami: Shut up, I'm trying to get a pulse (beat) ...he's super cold. Serra: He's super dead! Miam: No, no...I don't think so. Crystal, come here--help me turn him over. Crystal: Are you sure? What if he--wakes up and tries to--?? Miami: (urgently) What if it was you? Crystal fishes for a flashlight and switchblade in her fanny pack, places the flashlight in her mouth and positioning the knife under her kandi cuffs. She cautiously inches forward. Crystal: Serra, try to get some cell service so we can call for help. The girls carefully turn him onto his back, wide eyed and bewildered. He is completely lifeless, clamy and pale--covered with dirt, and forestry. Miami continues to check for a pulse, shaking her head as he continues to appear dead. Crystal: Do you feel anything? Miami: …(shaking her head) I can't...he's like…(as she pulls up the sleeve of his hoodie and notices a familiar tattoo. she pauses for a moment, thinks, and then looks towards his head) Do you still have my mirror in your fanny pack?) Crystal returns to her fanny pack, digging for the mirror. Miami carefuly leans in towards the man, examining him once more; she notices a necklace, also familiar--she thinks, as she moves to remove first the excess hair, and then the mask from his face, very carefully. She peels off his mask, immidiately shocked as she reckognizes his face--It is Samuel, who she knows as Sensai Samurai. She yeeps (imploded gasp, making Crystal look up; she, too recognizes him; she gasps. They look at eachother, then at him--then back to eachother.) Miami: ...Give me your mirror. Crystal: Dude, is this…? Miami: Your mirror. (she holds the mirror under his nose--a subtle cloud of fog appears; he is, in fact, alive.) Crystal: Oh, my God. Miami: He's breathing. Serra! Crystal: ...This is Sensai Samurai. Miami: (trying to convince herself) It probably just looks like him…. Crystal: I just took one-hundred close-up photos, dude--like, less than an hour ago-- Miami: Shhhhh! (she frantically begins to check his pockets) He's gotta have a wallet. Crystal: What, you were going to save him--now you wanna roll him? Miami: An ID. He's got to have an ID. (she frantically searches him) Hey Serra! (Crystal lifts the other sleeve of his sweater, revealing a brightly colored wristband, and one singular kandi bracelet, which reads “Sensai” Simoltaneously, Miami has found something in one of the pockets--she produces a small box from one of the pockets of his cargo pants) Crystal: Holy fuck. Look. (she gestures the wrist band and bracelet.) Miami: ...Artist's wristband. Fuck. It is him. Crystal: [Samuel is slumped lifelessly over both Crystal and Miami's shoulders, head hanging downward and hair flailing and dangling in his face as the girls struggle to support him. His oversized light-up sunglasses begin slipping, almost revealing his eyes.] Girl:(looking over, concerned) ...Is your friend okay? [He is clearly not. Serra slides her finger up his nose to adjust his glasses, eyeing the girl suspiciously.] Crystal: [flatly] Yes. [Samuel's dead-weight pulls him towards the ground, as he slips; the girls struggle to readjust; he seems heavier by the minute. They all three stare back at the girl, awkwardly; Miami fakes an ‘everything's fine' smile, while Crystal stares blankly through her sunglasses and Serra shoots a look of dissatisfaction. [INT. KITCHEN. DAY.] The three girls gaze in awe of Donnie, multitasking busily in the kitchen, hair pinned neatly atop his head with chopsticks, wearing a neatly-pressed (as in, freshly ironed) apron, as he removes one baking mit with his mouth and works about, happily consumed and bouncily, humming. -...He's so...domestic. Crystal -You'd think he'd carry a better tune. Miami- Cause you'd be belting melodies after waking up out of a drug-induced coma? Crystal- No--I guess I'd open a bake shop in some random girls' kitchen. Miami: Donnie? Donnie: Hmm, yes? Miami: We...we have some news for you. Donnie: Oooh! Is it celebrity news? Miami:...sort of. Donnie: I hope it's juicy gossip. Crystal: Believe me--it'll be the talk of the town. Donnie: This town? Crystal: Any town. [ She refills her wine glass first, then prepares two more, never breaking eye contact with donnie; His lighthearted excitement turns to slight confusion, as he furrows his brows,] Miami: (sighs, taking his hand) Here, lets sit down. Donnie: But, the macaroons-- Serra-What? That's what you're making? [Donnie nods.] Serra-...(to the side) maybe we should let him finish the macaroons, first...what if this like, fucks him all up. Miami: No, it's time. I feel like we've already waited too long. Serra-...I feel like he makes really good macaroons. Miami: Yeah? Like grammy-award-winning macaroons? -If by ‘Grammy', you mean my Grandmother would approve… Miami: Your grandmother died of complications from diabetes. Serra-...and you think macaroons had absolutely nothing to do with that? [Crystal has already finished her first glass of wine, and begins to reach for the second glass, when Miami, out of the corner of her eye, catches her, snatching the glass from her gracefully, as she floats it to Donnie, sitting beside him, crossing her legs.] Donnie: Before noon? Crystal- Oh, so you know that rule? Donnie: I know some things. A 20-something's imaginary friend returns, a decade after disappearing, just as she finds herself on the brink of ‘real adulthood', and has settled into the mundane and mediocre—as he leads her on a journey of self-discovery, she internally struggles with whether to tell her therapist—after deciding (or rather, being convinced) she shouldn't, she begins a desperate search for answers in what seems like a downward spiral into A group of friends decide to form their own society after discovering an “uncharted” island—what they don't know [understand] is that the world government is observing at every angle—and as their population increases, they struggle as the popularity of their culture and lifestyle explode— Craig's world- an ensemble about the good old days of craigslist Blue Story A wayward security officer drunkenly fills out an application to join the police academy, and is accepted—both to his surprise, and dismay. #SQUAD OUT!- A Mockumentary-Style Comedy following several “tribes”, “squads”, “rave families”, and even solo-ravers surrounding a large group of ravers and friends. Ū [Amnesia/Working Title] Amnesia [Working Title] Three girls at a camping festival find an incapacitated man in the woods and take him back to their campsite for safety—when one of the girls discovers that she recognizes the mysterious man, actually a headliner at the festival they're attending—two of the girls keep it a secret from their friend who would certainly take advantage of the situation. After discovering a “butt-load” of mind-altering substances on his person, Miami, the ring leader, makes a ‘judgement call' not to call the authorities, deciding instead to attempt to take him back to his trailer—however—when the girls haul him back to his campsite, they discover his manager, Dez, rifling through his belongings. When Samuel awakens, he has no memory of himself—and so a journey begins: a test of friendship, and a race against the clock. Miami (Ami) A fashion designer and music enthusiast who attends festivals in her spare time, seeking inspiration for her fashion and design blog; she shares an apartment with her lesbian best friend from college, who works as a freelance writer and photographer. Crystal (Chrys) A short-haired-yet-feminine gender-non-conforming lovable with a dry sense of humor and an eye for art; Music lover and fan of festivals, Miami's “convert” into the rave world. Shane- A high-matinence instagram model who supports herself through social media promotion and influencing, modeling Miami's fashion line and sugar-babying/arm-candying to make her way through life, usually attending festivals as someone's date or just to take pictures/show face. DONNIE “*giggles* what's a rave?” Miami (takes a deep breath) Crystal (facepalm) Shane (purses her lips) C-Is Giving drugs to somebody with amnesia bad? M-I don't know what's bad for amnesia S-Well maybe, it's not giving it to him that would be bad—like, they were already in his system, probably wouldn't he go like, into withdraw or something. You're probably right S-(I'm probably not) Samuel/Donnie- Sensei Samurai: An award-winning world-renowned music artist and specialty DJ, the soul-headliner of ‘Magic's Mountain art and Music Festival' Daz- Sam/Donnie's Manager- (Antagonist-) Lazers, pyrotechnics, strobes, and confetti light the night sky as Sensei Samurai, a medium-build white guy sporting two long braids and a samurai cut (his signature style), dances atop the table which supports a state-of-the-art DJ set-up; The stage is massive, the crowd is wild--but he is at home--or rather, at work, and at the top of his game. He jumps down from the table, drinking from a red solo cup, before he picks up the microphone to speak to his audience: Samuel: LET ME SEE YOU FUCKING JUMP. He dances around, flailing his arms to gesture to the crowd, drinking again from his red solo cup . He moves to the beat of the music as he focuses to adjust the mixer, structuring a build-up. His manager watches from backstage, carefully eying his every move. Samuel: --ARE YOU GUYS READY? [He lights a ciggarette, sips from his cup again as he continues to mix. He nods along to the beat, grooving as he plots his next move, looking into the crowd with hunger in his eye.] Dez: (speaking into a earpiece) Sammy, take it easy... [He glances stage left, to where Dez is situated and watching him like a hawk; He nonchalantly shrugs, blowing out a plume of smoke into the air, decisively irritated with the instruction.] Dez: (Cont'd): I mean it, chill. [Samuel sticks his finger into his ear, wiggling it profusely--and dislodges the hidden inner-earpiece, eyeing Dez as he pulls up his headphones, deep in the mix; He takes a long drag from his ciggarette, master-minding as he feverously twists the knobs and dials of the mixer.] Samuel (over the mic) NO CHILL MOTHERFUCKERS. [The music speeds as he prepares for the drop.] Dez: (forgetting momentarily that he will not be heard) Sam, don't--! [Too late. Samuel Drops the bass so hard, it hurts, ripping off his headphones and running straight into the crowd, head first to crowd surf. The crowd goes massively, insanely wild.] Through the lens of Crystal's camera, we see a series of still photos, capturing Sam's wild plunge into the crowd, just off-center in the front row. Miami looks to her right, giving her a nod of approval; Crystal shoots her a hand signal for “ok”. Miami looks to her left, lifting an eyebrow and smirking at Serra, who bounces off-beat against a tall wooky gentleman who has his arms around her through the sleeves of a spirit hood, tilting her head from side to side as she poses for selfies. Miami happily sways to the motion of the music, putting one hand over the rail and pulling up her mask with the other, as she watches Samuel be lifted back onto the stage and take his place behind the decks. The set continues, the crowd, the lazers, and the effects go wild: The backdrop reads ‘SENSEI SAMURAI' His backup dancers are acrobatic ninjas. Samuel: Thank you Magical Mountain, I Love You Guys!! The crowd goes wild as Samuel exits the stage, ignoring Dez as he breezes past him. Dez: (following after him) I thought I said, “No more crowd surfing, no more stage diving.” Samuel: I thought you said that, too. Dez: Do you recall “OhMyLanta?” Samuel: (sarcastically) Oh, you mean that festival in Atlanta? Dez: Yes. Samuel: How creative. Dez: ‘Creative' would describe the legal team's very expensive, very strenuous tactical strategy which weaseled you out of a very serious lawsuit. Samuel: Law-Suit? I've never worn one of those. Black-Label? Dez: More like ‘black-book' with your name written on and in it. It took me weeks clean up. Samuel: When was this? Dez: When you decided to stage dive wearing goth-pants and one of your chains got stuck in that kid's earhole. Samuel: They're called ‘Tripp' pants. Dez: Oh yeah...what do you call them after mutilating a teenager with them? Samuel: Tripp pants I can sell on eBay. Dez: You made him a cripple. Samuel: --we still talk. Bass blasts through the christmas-lit forest, a festival set in the meadow against the lush and natural forest scenery; Attendees come-and-go to-and-from the lines of tents and out into the festival grounds, where DJs headline stages, dancers and performers interact with spectators, vendors practice their unique salesmanship, and the wild and true nature of ravers is unleashed. Frozen breath leaks from the laughing mouths of three young individuals, running through the forest; Twigs crush and leaves crackle underfoot of their prancing and galloping feet, clad in combat boots, tennis shoes, and platforms, respectively. Ripped fishnets hug the thighs that sweep together rapidly, swooshing as the legs that bare them race forward; a pashmina trails behind one's back, acting as a cape of sorts. A thud, in the darkness of the forest. Crystal and Shane continue forward, unaware their friend has fallen for a few short moments, leaving Miami behind. Miami confusedly looks for the obstruction which caused her to trip, discovering under a pile of brush and leaves, a man (Samuel) lying face down on the ground; her eyes widen and she draws slightly back, frightened, before squinting and leaning in to get a closer look; She turns on a glow toy for added light, she pants heavily under her breath, shaking slightly as she brushes away debris and leaves, uncovering his head and shoulders, revealing he is wearing a mask. She examines him. His glasses are broken, lying on the ground under his face--His hair is wet; he appears dead. Miami is horrified, speechless, breathless. Crystal: ...I told you not to wear those. Miami: Yo… Crystal: Yo--*gasps* (she grabs Shane by the shoulder, holding her back.) Shane: (She notices the body, under her pashmina, spirit hood, and glasses) Ohwhatthefuck. (she takes a few steps back) Crystal: Don't move. Serra: Yeah, fuck that. Fuck this. (she wraps the pashmina tightly around her face) [muffled] Fuck this. Crystal: ...Ami, we should get out of here. Miami: We should help him. Crystal: He may be beyond help, honey. Shane: He's fucking dead. Whatthefuck. Cystal: ...Is he dead? Miami: (she looks at him closely, there are no signs of life. she checks for breathing with her hand.) ...I don't know. (she checks again, leaning in closer. she grabs his wrist to check a pulse) Shane: Don't touch it! Miami: Shut up, I'm trying to get a pulse (beat) ...he's super cold. Shane: He's super dead! Miam: No, no...I don't think so. Crystal, come here--help me turn him over. Crystal: Are you sure? What if he--wakes up and tries to--?? Miami: (urgently) What if it was you? Crystal fishes for a flashlight and switchblade in her fanny pack, places the flashlight in her mouth and positioning the knife under her kandi cuffs. She cautiously inches forward. Crystal: Shane, try to get some cell service so we can call for help. The girls carefully turn him onto his back, wide eyed and bewildered. He is completely lifeless, clamy and pale--covered with dirt, and forestry. Miami continues to check for a pulse, shaking her head as he continues to appear dead. Crystal: Do you feel anything? Miami: …(shaking her head) I can't...he's like…(as she pulls up the sleeve of his hoodie and notices a familiar tattoo. she pauses for a moment, thinks, and then looks towards his head) Do you still have my mirror in your fanny pack?) Crystal returns to her fanny pack, digging for the mirror. Miami carefuly leans in towards the man, examining him once more; she notices a necklace, also familiar--she thinks, as she moves to remove first the excess hair, and then the mask from his face, very carefully. She peels off his mask, immidiately shocked as she reckognizes his face--It is Samuel, who she knows as Sensai Samurai. She yeeps (imploded gasp, making Crystal look up; she, too recognizes him; she gasps. They look at eachother, then at him--then back to eachother.) Miami: ...Give me your mirror. Crystal: Dude, is this…? Miami: Your mirror. (she holds the mirror under his nose--a subtle cloud of fog appears; he is, in fact, alive.) Crystal: Oh, my God. Miami: He's breathing. Shane! Crystal: ...This is Sensai Samurai. Miami: (trying to convince herself) It probably just looks like him…. Crystal: I just took one-hundred close-up photos, dude--like, less than an hour ago-- Miami: Shhhhh! (she frantically begins to check his pockets) He's gotta have a wallet. Crystal: What, you were going to save him--now you wanna roll him? Miami: An ID. He's got to have an ID. (she frantically searches him) Hey Shane! (Crystal lifts the other sleeve of his sweater, revealing a brightly colored wristband, and one singular kandi bracelet, which reads “Sensai” Simultaneously, Miami has found something in one of the pockets--she produces a small box from one of the pockets of his cargo pants) Crystal: Holy fuck. Look. (she gestures the wrist band and bracelet.) Miami: ...Artist's wristband. Fuck. It is him. Crystal: [Samuel is slumped lifelessly over both Crystal and Miami's shoulders, head hanging downward and hair flailing and dangling in his face as the girls struggle to support him. His oversized light-up sunglasses begin slipping, almost revealing his eyes.] Girl:(looking over, concerned) ...Is your friend okay? [He is clearly not. Serra slides her finger up his nose to adjust his glasses, eyeing the girl suspiciously.] Crystal: [flatly] Yes. [Samuel's dead-weight pulls him towards the ground, as he slips; the girls struggle to readjust; he seems heavier by the minute. They all three stare back at the girl, awkwardly; Miami fakes an ‘everything's fine' smile, while Crystal stares blankly through her sunglasses and Serra shoots a look of dissatisfaction. [INT. KITCHEN. DAY.] The three girls gaze in awe of Donnie, multitasking busily in the kitchen, hair pinned neatly atop his head with chopsticks, wearing a neatly-pressed (as in, freshly ironed) apron, as he removes one baking mit with his mouth and works about, happily consumed and bouncily, humming. -...He's so...domestic. Crystal -You'd think he'd carry a better tune. Miami- Cause you'd be belting melodies after waking up out of a drug-induced coma? Crystal- No--I guess I'd open a bake shop in some random girls' kitchen. Miami: Donnie? Donnie: Hmm, yes? Miami: We...we have some news for you. Donnie: Oooh! Is it celebrity news? Miami:...sort of. Donnie: I hope it's juicy gossip. Crystal: Believe me--it'll be the talk of the town. Donnie: This town? Crystal: Any town. [ She refills her wine glass first, then prepares two more, never breaking eye contact with donnie; His lighthearted excitement turns to slight confusion, as he furrows his brows,] Miami: (sighs, taking his hand) Here, lets sit down. Donnie: But, the macaroons-- Serra-What? That's what you're making? [Donnie nods.] Serra-...(to the side) maybe we should let him finish the macaroons, first...what if this like, fucks him all up. Miami: No, it's time. I feel like we've already waited too long. Serra-...I feel like he makes really good macaroons. Miami: Yeah? Like grammy-award-winning macaroons? -If by ‘Grammy', you mean my Grandmother would approve… Miami: Your grandmother died of complications from diabetes. Serra-...and you think macaroons had absolutely nothing to do with that? [Crystal has already finished her first glass of wine, and begins to reach for the second glass, when Miami, out of the corner of her eye, catches her, snatching the glass from her gracefully, as she floats it to Donnie, sitting beside him, crossing her legs.] Donnie: Before noon? Crystal- Oh, so you know that rule? Donnie: I know some things. Under The Mask —A superstar DJ and his best friend embark on a series of festivals under cover as non-celebrity citizens to first-handedly experience the other side of his world. Grandma's Girl- A funeral turns into an accidentally epic week-long house party, after the ‘favorite grand child' becomes disappointed in the traditional send-off given by the family; While grieving and going through her late-grandmothers belongings, Serra discovers journals and an old phonebook, containing the life and times of her wildly adventurous grandma and her close friends—when she realizes that none of the people from her grandmother's life ‘before the family' are in attendance of her funeral (or even aware of her passing), she links up with her best friends to organize a ‘proper goodbye'. All heaven breaks loose, when ‘ravers of old' begin showing up to pay their respects to Silvia—things get a little out-of-hand when the gathering explodes due-to-word of mouth, as it turns out Grandma Silvia had a few more connections than expected—and they've all come from near-and-far to say their goodbyes. Deathwish—A series about a woman who makes a death wish—but the stakes are raised wen all her wildest dreams come true, and death lurks just around the corner at every turn. ((M3))- A collection of silent films, by SupaCree Enter: World of Music Ascension- Set in a parallel universe, Father TIme and Mother Nature are reconnected on Earth, as the dawn of a new-era arises at the peak of mankind's evolutionary journey. Series is set in a parralell universe, a seperate realm where humans have met faced dark ages, technological or technological setbacks they live harmoniously and peacefully within— live spiritually and intuitively with the planet, and can gain/ strengthen certain abilities through higher learning, strength training, conditionig, and meditation; We begin at the dawn of a new age, where beings ('God Bodies' [working])acended from higher plains of conciousness walk amongst the living in 'humanform', guided and led to higher forms of being through teachings of the Acended sorcerers and masters belonging to the universal collective conciousness of light; Also amongst the living, in 'humanform', Costumes: Modern-Futuristic da ‘Thieo' makes his final wish (for his truest and ever lasting love) to his appointed Acceded Sorcerer; but there are trials he must endure and obstacles to be met before his wish come true— C'Esmett— A warrior princess raised to rule is on on the brink of going rouge, after she is betrayed by her betrothed —her calling to become queen is imminent; yet she must overcome boundaries set by tradition, facing the powers-that-be to strengthen and master her own. Her ancient knowledge, ascended sorcery, and intrinsic healing mysticism— amongst other gifts of nature (a seer, fortune of truths; being of light) “I'm sorry, but it's out of my control.” “NOTHING Is out of your control." "--Except for you." She scorns him, and turns away swiftly, as her cape sweeps across the floor, as it flutters and whips behind her “I'm sorry, but it's out of my control.” “NOTHING Is out of your control." "--Except for you." She scorns him, and turns away swiftly, as her cape sweeps across the floor, as it flutters and whips behind her--she turns again, eyeing him directly, pointing to him with dismay as she takes in a breath; catching herself in anger, she deflates, keeping eye contact (though her gaze suddenly softens as she arrives ‘ACENSION' Ascension- Set in a parallel universe, Father TIme and Mother Nature are reconnected on Earth, as the dawn of a new-era arises at the peak of mankind's evolutionary journey. CHARACTERS Thïeo {Petrutheïo} Godform Spiritclad Cross-Bodied sorcerer; Humanborn earthbound in his most recent incarnation to rule in the new age…(t b c) C'Esmétt {Ch'Esmett X'oxįl Nazari is the most powerful being on planet Earth, and throughout multiple dimensions, through which she presides over, in various forms and figures; She possesses the universe's oldest Soul. a Godform Spiritclad Ascended Sorceress who possesses rare “Creation Energy”—the ability to form and shape matter, bend and travel through time, and control aspects of reality; Youthful and fiery, she is praised as a God of Light; Supporting: Kï'yara—Fireborn, Earthbound Rai'ayn—Loveborn, Multi-Dimentional Onyyxx—Rooted, Tri-Dimentiinal The elements: Love Matter Earth -Of Ground -Of Water -Of Fire -Of Air ...there are more but I'm tired right now. The realms: Now Then (points in the past to which time bending bodies may access) The past (inaccessible points on past timelines to those in human form or bound to earth, besides Godform; even so, the process is strenuous and dangerous. Love Self (to self, to travel inward and reflect a physical presence of the world within, outwardly; true self exists freely and ideally—you are able to converse with self as others see you [appearing as an identical twin with ideal aspects. Light therapy Frequencies Vibrationally energizing Body waves are Paralyzing Lines of Broken harmonies Inside of me. Crying on the clock; Rocking back and forth Stocking full of coal Greetings from the North Pole If Santa Clause is real Maybe we can make a deal; If my heart is made of steel You can't steal it—I can feel it Winter is here The world is money hungry (So am I) The world is simply starving (So am I) The world is so alarming (So am I) The world is just evolving. (So I am.) Cause I've been going crazy Stuck inside myself And I've been feeling lazy Just beside myself And I've been thinking lately That just maybe, someday maybe I'll be It's all connected— The reason we disconnect Is we're neglected I wonder what you'd expect You can't express it Just repress it. Repression syndrome— Came up too fast; Compression syndrome Suck it in Suck it up, You stupid fuck Dive deeper Ū (EP) 1. Thank U 2. I'm Sorry 3. I Love U 4. I miss U I like your vibe Come join my squad Curiosity killed the cat Carbohydrates killed the queen Don't cry “I'll try...” 50 Shades of Blue Don't pick up the phone Don't pick up the phone Don't pick up the phone Don't pick up the phone And here you are: 8 years later, With a baby on your back and— Bills to pay You have to decide (What the fuck) what the world is all about today. Don't want to be Cree For a really long time I just need I just need I just need a whole mind I was me the whole time I never left And yet There I was—looking at myself from above, All the love in the world; Just a lonely little girl Trapped in her Head Never got out of bed, that day: But I went away somewhere, And there I was—looking at myself from above, All the love in the world, Just a lonely little girl Trapped in her Head And I said “why are you waking me up?” But I wasn't asleep— I just wanted to fuck And sometimes, it's too much Too much is, never enough I've never been in love (with me) But I've always been in love (with you) And if you had seen it It wouldn't have been the death of me. Deeper I'll go: Deeper to find How I crossed white lines To become Colorblind How did you find me, here My deer? How did you know Where to go? How did you know, I would Follow you there, Once you finally showed me the road? I've seen both the frog, and the toad; You've already left me exposed, And I'm frozen in time Just to find Just to find Paradise— I tried. But love is a blind bat, Diving into a vat of Darkness; a hat is only a hat, If only there was more— And there is. There always is more— You just have to live more, And once you've been through the cycles, you could be Recycled. Ruined. Rebuilt. Guilt is only ever, Created after pleasure... With immense imploding pressure - [ ] You were born EP-GA [2K19] Mother Earth and Father Time are Making love right By the fire You are motion— I am sickness I am goddess; Be my witness. And I'll probably run for President— Just like I tend to run from everything; not because I want to do it, but because I have to... And just as I run from everything, I run to everything— As is the vicious cycle of life, unrepeated. I should have seen it coming, when he kicked my puppy—I didn't, but my mother did, and it might have been the same day. If not, it was definitely on the same porch—the same porch where...my adolescence began, and ended. There is no cure When your spirit is broken There is no cure—when you suffer in silence There is no cure— When you've seen all the violence It's only you. Breadcrumbs— I'm not dumb, I'm just muted. The dragon I'm chasing is me, And I just... Set the world on fire— I just—need to— I just—adjust. Translucent and transparent I am the thing that happens when you Parent your own parents. And I just I been waking up randomly, Panicking— Wishing I was dancing In the moonlight I'm vanishing without a trace And maybe I just hate this place, Maybe I'm just displaced I hate this I been waking up randomly Filling the void Avoiding my eyes in reflections I fell in love at a festival She came to dance, she was solo oh-oh ...took my hand, sack let's go- oh—oh-oh She didn't care She didn't care I'm a tax write-off I'm a meal ticket I'm a grasshopper; Or maybe, a cricket— Ricochet rabbit Why am I like this? “Why do you fight this?” I was not invited to mingle This ‘tingle' I get is more than A threat—I regretted, The moments I never forget The secrets you keep The stories you never will tell— This is hell, you're not dreaming It's only a nightmare. Too much to think about So I don't Dissociative, I associate everything Within—without I reflect everything I've been about, Stuck beside myself I am just a clone, A lone shadow of my Own All alone, and— I never planned to leave this planet But I have. You're out of my league Out of my league Why can't you see that It's so hard to be Paying the price for this Quarter-life crisis I don't mean to write this So bad, but I can't trust myself anymore I can't trust this world anymore Life is just Too complicated I'm jaded—I'm faded out Phased out, going about in this Town like I'm drowning in Insecurity Or rather, a diamond in the rough I've got enough stuff I just need love. You're out of my league I can see that I can't be that, thing What you want is perfection I just like who you are and thats— Never enough. I have nothing but love to give, love So forgive this: I didn't think I'd live this long But I was wrong And it was longer than I thought Ago Life is just Too complicated I'm jaded—I'm faded out Phased out, going about in this Town like I'm drowning in Insecurity Do you wanna know what it's like to be lonely like me I can tell you better than show you Once I get to know you good luck AMNESIA NOTES Miami Wade Crystal Brooks Donder (Donny) “we'll just call you Donny” “Why?” Uhhh...Because...we found you in the woods. “What?” “You know, like—the wild thornberrys” “Sounds tasty” “Uhhh—wasn't Donny found in the Jungle” “Uhhh—isn't the jungle just a denser version of the woods?” “I guess. It's like an earth-remix” “What's a remix?” Miami wells up—Crystal jumps up excitedly “Awwwwri And I've been stuck on Abbot Kinney, Thinking about Will Rodgers and Thinking that I'm a dodgers fan— But I'm not, I just like crowds. And LA makes me proud Of everything I need to be: And if the world were watching me She'd think she was herself. I was never sleeping, I'm just here And I was never reading, I just Put the bookmark where I left off... I could drift off into, The taste of ink And as it dries in my palm— I know it won't take long until I'm Drifting back into—sifting back into Space—grains of sand. You'll know when you've reached the promised land. Hello, Good Friend: ‘It's time to fall in love...with yourself.' The world has the most to learn from its elders and it's youth—fever disrespect the sometimes even subtle wisdom of a child or your elders. A1 (Lost in the Sauce) Break beats Ruffneck Bass: That's what I like in my face Drop that shit, don't make me wait Make me dance off all this waste I like chocolate, give me cake Wednesday mornin' wake-n-bake Star Jones—Oprah—Ricky lake Which is real and which is fake? Pick the right one, no mistake River—ocean—crater lake “White girl: can I touch your hair? Is it fake??” Out of order— Order steak. [ Sample: The Epic Trip] [interlude- two friends at a festival//a phone call] “Where the fuck are you?” “I can't hear you!” “Hello?” “BRO. Where are you?” “I'm by the—WAIT—hello?!” “WHAT? ” “HELLO?” [the call drops] “Yo. Where the fuck is she?” “I don't know man, probably lost in the sauce...” Sample Lost In The jungle//Kendrick Boo Boo Friends that say that they “gotchu” and then don't Ain't your friends— they're enemies Keep them close Nobody gives a fuck about you— Except you— Remember that. And if you can't remember Make a habit of forgetting Cause you're just another member of society With social anxiety Your sense of propriety Probably shouldn't be Anything I'd give anything Just to take back all my fucks Put them in a bucket, Throw it over my shoulder And wish the world “Good fucking luck” I'm so done with it This is the last chance you get So have fun with it There's no pleasure, no smiles— No love in it I'm just driving for miles Above the shit Transitions- Silent Film/EP Kandi moves to a new city from far, far away—and finds herself lost trying to find her own vibe. ❤️ 1. The Bus Song 2. Pretty Girls (SupaCreeMixx) 3. DOD (Phoenixx remix) “Holy infected fuck!” [thats my vibe right now] North Star After an EMP attack, an unlikely leader becomes a guide to a group of survivors to find the way northward to Alaska. Festival Trip Chava Hoffs- A Voluptuous Dark-Skinned Alaska Native-Black Mixed fashionista who (to her disdain) earns a living as a correctional officer in a juvenile detention facility in Arctic Alaska, daydreaming her long nights away and stacking her money, saving up for an escape to someplace warm and sunny. She is bright and quick-witted, but sometimes awkward—truly a ball of energy, whether good or bad. Sala Emilio (Stax) A tall, olive skinned hottie from Utah of Native American and Mexican decent who works as head chef in a gourmet Chinese food restaurant—a phenomenally functional alcoholic with a free spirit, questionable morals, good values, a loving heart—and a dry sense of humor. Childhood best friends with Chava, I hope you're okay with the character I based off you. I'm not going to copy the story exactly (cause it's a movie, duh) so—I came up with the story that your character runs the kitchen of a classy gourmet 5-Star Chinese restaurant in Utah that has an all-Mexican staff of mostly illegals; my character is a CO at a youth correctional facility in remote Alaska—I felt like those two extremes would play funnier on camera than to replicate our actual situations. I also made them not parents, because I would rather take the whole issue of parenting and raving into a completely separate film idea, I'm thinking of calling it Festival Project A Film Saga by SupaCree Inspired by True Events Festival Trip- Two lifelong friends take a two-week-long trip across the country, to attend two major music festivals—one on the west coast (Among Aliens, in California), and one on the east (Ultimate Music Festival) The Epic Trip – After breaking up with both her ex-fiance and her best friend, a depressed and anxious Chava decides to take a last-minute trip to another one of her bucket list destinations: The Epic Music Festival in Las Vegas, Nevada. F*ckFest: The Origins (Prequel) 21-year-old Chava Hoffs, a longtime raver and lover of all things dance culture, finally convinces her bar-scene best friend to accompany her to a regional event in her area, ‘F*ckfest', Sala's first ever festival/rave where—to both her and Chava's surprise, she connects with other longtime friends she had no idea were immersed into the culture. Sala, having been “rave-retired” since entering her first serious relationship, becomes overly-excited and branches off on her own, reconnecting with her true self after spending too long in her own shell—she discovers her love for an up-and-coming new artist (‘Shluggy') who magnetizes her with a newly-created sound (‘PukeRock'—a play on “VomitStep”) Vibes [Mini Series]- A sequel-in-installments to the shenanigans following F*ckfest, where Chava returns to visit Sala and return to ‘one of her favorite venues', which now hosts Festival Trip II- After reconciling, Chava and Sala unite again to journey to uncharted territories—after Chava is invited along as a journalist to cover artists belonging to an up-and-coming record label based in Alaska, she invites Sala as a tag-along, knowing that her “weird hoe-magic” will attract—as always—even more interesting personalities and circumstances than she could dream to on her own. Chava Hoffs Sala Emillio Gunther Ross- The more than interesting circus-act of a plug/one of Sala's romantic interests, who just happens to be in the same place at the same time, once Sala and Chava arrive in California. Solomon Dominguez- Chava's “homie-lover-friend”, a DC native transplanted to LA who hustles and bustles the 3-job life to live the California dream—a surprisingly dedicated and loyal friend to Chava, who considers him the “king of fuckboys”—which, is not entirely untrue. Johnny McEntire- An eclectic and friendly photographer who stumbles upon Sala during a vulnerable moment—a sweet, humble, and vibrant personality, Chava mostly dismisses him as just another victim of Sala's constantly-inconstant romantic gestures and affiliations. Grace Williams (Chava's Super-Christian (but very sweet) Aunt) Billy Williams- Chava's very dorky, southern Baptist uncle who can't help but throw in a (praise-jesus) Krista DeVaunte- Bride-To-Be—Noah's Fiance Noah Williams- Chava's Cousin, the groom to be Naomi Williams- Chava's salty Cousin, and freinemy since birth—Noah's younger sister Sonny Johnson— Chava's ex-fiance Dustin Roberts—Sala's ex-boyfriend Juan Manuel Jose Melendez Gutierrez-Rodriguez—Sala's current boyfriend, with whom she lives & works with. Running Jokes: Speaking Spanish with a Mandarin-inflenced dialect—speaking/yelling in awful Spanish-soundingMandarin—speaking “Mandarish” or “Spandarin” Every time Chava mentions Sonny (her ex), Sala interjects with “Fuck Sonny!” Cop Jokes (due to Chava's occupation) ACT I- The Wedding Bashers/It's Festival Season “Save-The-Date” Inciting Incident—Plans to attend a destination wedding that Chava and her lifelong long distance best friend Sala, have been planning for almost a year are abruptly halted when Chava learns via a very eventful facetime call (‘Meet The Williams') that her +1 invitation had apparently only applied to her now-ex-fiance [whom her stuck-up family adored because of his abhorrent Christianity], and that the bride-to-be would not allow Sala to take his place on the guest list—as her vivid memories of Sala from Chava's engagement party are severly grotesque. Flashback: Chava + Sonny's engagement party. Chava: Yeah dude, they got all, mad-butthurt that I was bringing you instead of Sonny. Sala: Fuck Sonny! A remote, unnamed city in the Alaskan Arctic Circle. It is severely cold, even visually so. Ch ACT II- Sunny California ACT III- Sunny Florida Excerpt- Festival Trip I As chava blasts away, Sala and Johnny laugh hysterically Sala: Dat ass tho! Their laughter fades in the distance as she speeds up, other onlookers also commenting about her ass, as she blows past a group of men in black, she turns a man's head as she catches his attention. Man: Daaaaaamn. 3.31.19 —Later— The same man from earlier looks out the window of his high rise penthouse suite, across from Chava's hotel—and sees Chava levitating—he pauses, looks around, and raises his eyebrows, drunkenly and assumingly otherwise intoxicated in his appearance. Man: Daaaaamn. Chava is freaking out, remaining motionless as she floats above the bed—she looks out the side of her peripheral, afraid to move—looking up at the ceiling, her eyes widen. She blinks, and takes a deep breath. He questions what he is seeing, as he pours himself a drink. 4.1.2019 As Chava dances through the crowds, she connects and trades Kandi, moving to the beat with intricate motion and flare—people are loving her (a musical dance number)—from backstage, a man pouts and purses his lips, wondering why she is familiar—he is momentarily lost in thought, as he gazes at her and the crowd. Man: (under his breath) Daaamn... Lackey: c'mon man, let's get the fuck out of here Man: But— Lackey: don't worry, you know there's gon' be hoes at the spot. Man: ...but look at her viiibe...and that ass tho—damn! Lackey: eehhhh. You wanna ass, I got a specific folder in my contacts titled “fat ass” with 300 bitches in it— Man: *women* Lackey: whatever—look—I could get you an ass twice as fat, on a dime twice as fine—in 10 minutes flat. Man: (eyes shining, like domo) but look at her aura... Lackey: —I think I got an Aurora in here Man: No, like— Lackey: (pulling at him) let's *go*, the fuck is you trippin..? His eyes won't move away, but he is led by the lackey by his arm, confusededly pouting as he is dragged along. Man: Damn. He feels like he knows her. Cut back to: CHAVA'S ENTRY DANCE scene ACT 1: Wedding Bashers Here we meet Chava Hoffs and Sala Emillio; Two life-long long-distance best friends who love eachother--for the most part--for better or worse. Sala (Pinky) and Chala (The Brain) are planning a tropical mexican vacation to a destination wedding Chava's been invited to as an excuse to celebrate Chava's upcoming birthday (held the same weekend as the wedding) in style--However, when Chava's exclusively classist family alerts her that her plus-one invitation only extended to her on-again-off-again fiance and absolutely excludes Sala, they desperately search for another way to escape their mundane and excruciatingly boring circumstances. Chava internet-searches events around her birthday and finds that there are two music festivals within the same week--running the numbers, she concludes that this alternative plan would actually cost less than the original--”so why not?” The young women keep their escapade-to-be a complete secret, disguising all the preliminary details as “wedding planning” They plan to ‘meet in the middle', Los Angeles being centrally located to both their respective homes. They meet at LAX excitedly and reuinte in happy (and drunken) tears. ACT 2: Sunny California Chava wants to visit old friends and reminisce as a “wannabe tourist” in an all-too-familiar city, which she used to call home--she's built a list of things to do and prepared an itinerary for the week; Sala wants to get riddegy-wrecked sun-up to sundown; Worlds collide as somewhat by-the-book Chava nervously nativages around, typically babysitting Sala and often falling victim to being steered off-course by her shenanigans. Within their first few moments under the California moonlight, Sala's smartphone helps her discover that she has a nearby group of friends--conveniently banded-together by her circus act “master plug”, who is devastatingly in love with her. They spend night one of the first festival tracking him down--Sala finds herself already exhausted by Sala's timing and drunken unsubtlety (“My friend's a COP!”) They finally meet him at the end of the first day, they allow him to tag along--until he becomes almost-suddenly dysfunctionally inebriated and Chava must make a fight-or-flight decision to leave him behind, after he begins drawing attention to their vulnerable crew, and she is approached at random by a mysterious character in a gas station convenience store, where she appears to be the most sober person. On day two, after running at top-speed to catch the shuttle, Sala drunkenly makes friends with a group of young people (fresh out of high school), who to Chava are quite “wookish”, but she plays along anyway. However, by the time they exit the shuttle and Chava has finallybecome comfortable being invited into their squad; Chala decides to ditch them--unknowing that they will re-meet later in the night. Excerpt- Festival Trip I As chava blasts away, Sala and Johnny laugh hysterically Sala: Dat ass tho! Their laughter fades in the distance as she speeds up, other onlookers also commenting about her ass, as she blows past a group of men in black, she turns a man's head as she catches his attention. Man: Daaaaaamn. 3.31.19 —Later— The same man from earlier looks out the window of his high rise penthouse suite, across from Chava's hotel—and sees Chava levitating—he pauses, looks around, and raises his eyebrows, drunkenly and assumingly otherwise intoxicated in his appearance. Man: Daaaaamn. Chava is freaking out, remaining motionless as she floats above the bed—she looks out the side of her peripheral, afraid to move—looking up at the ceiling, her eyes widen. She blinks, and takes a deep breath. He questions what he is seeing, as he pours himself a drink. 4.1.2019 As Chava dances through the crowds, she connects and trades Kandi, moving to the beat with intricate motion and flare—people are loving her (a musical dance number)—from backstage, a man pouts and purses his lips, wondering why she is familiar—he is momentarily lost in thought, as he gazes at her and the crowd. Man: (under his breath) Daaamn... Lackey: c'mon man, let's get the fuck out of here Man: But— Lackey: don't worry, you know there's gon' be hoes at the spot. Man: ...but look at her viiibe...and that ass tho—damn! Lackey: eehhhh. You wanna ass, I got a specific folder in my contacts titled “fat ass” with 300 bitches in it— Man: *women* Lackey: whatever—look—I could get you an ass twice as fat, on a dime twice as fine—in 10 minutes flat. Man: (eyes shining, like domo) but look at her aura... Lackey: —I think I got an Aurora in here Man: No, like— Lackey: (pulling at him) let's *go*, the fuck is you trippin..? His eyes won't move away, but he is led by the lackey by his arm, confusededly pouting as he is dragged along. Man: Damn. He feels like he knows her. Cut back to: CHAVA'S ENTRY DANCE scene Festival Project A Film Saga by SupaCree Inspired by True Events Festival Trip- Two lifelong friends take a two-week-long trip across the country, to attend two major music festivals—one on the west coast (Among Aliens, in California), and one on the east (Ultimate Music Festival) The Epic Trip – After breaking up with both her ex-fiance and her best friend, a depressed and anxious Chava decides to take a last-minute trip to another one of her bucket list destinations: The Epic Music Festival in Las Vegas, Nevada. F*ckFest: The Origins (Prequel) 21-year-old Chava Hoffs, a longtime raver and lover of all things dance culture, finally convinces her bar-scene best friend to accompany her to a regional event in her area, ‘F*ckfest', Sala's first ever festival/rave where—to both her and Chava's surprise, she connects with other longtime friends she had no idea were immersed into the culture. Chava, having been “rave-retired” since entering her first serious relationship, becomes overly-excited and branches off on her own, reconnecting with her true self after spending too long in her own shell—she discovers her love for an up-and-coming new artist (‘Shluggy') who magnetizes her with a newly-created sound (‘PukeRock'—a play on “VomitStep”) Vibes [Mini Series]- A sequel-in-installments to the shenanigans following F*ckfest, where Chava returns to visit Sala and her friends, to journey back to to ‘one of her favorite venues'—which now hosts V1brati0n—Utah's biggest dance music festival. As all the characters make their way to their favorite sets, separating, grouping-off, and pairing-up along the way—each episode details the story of each one's journey into the festival—and eventually, back to each other as the festival comes to a close. Festival Trip II- After reconciling, Chava and Sala unite again to journey to uncharted territories—after Chava is invited along as a journalist to cover artists belonging to an up-and-coming record label based in Alaska, she invites Sala as a tag-along, knowing that her “weird hoe-magic” will attract—as always—even more interesting personalities and circumstances than she could dream to on her own. Yin-and-Yang reunite. Chava Hoffs- A Voluptuous Dark-Skinned Alaska Native-Black Mixed fashionista who (to her disdain) earns a living as a correctional officer in a juvenile detention facility in Arctic Alaska, daydreaming her long nights away and stacking her money, saving up for an escape to someplace warm and sunny. She is bright and quick-witted, but sometimes awkward—truly a ball of energy, whether good or bad. (“Chava like Lava—and when she volcano? BOOM.”) Through trial-and-error, she discovers herself on a path of enlightenment—her strong intuition guiding her through trial and tribulation. Sala Mae Emilio (Stax) A tall, olive skinned hottie from Utah of Native American and Mexican descent, who works as head chef in a five-star gourmet Chinese food restaurant—a phenomenally functional alcoholic with a free spirit, questionable morals, good values, a loving heart—and a dry sense of humor. Childhood best friends with Chava, she serves as an uncuttable heartstring for Chava throughout the test of time. Gunther Ross- The more than interesting circus-act of a plug/one of Sala's romantic interests, who just happens to be in the same place at the same time, once Sala and Chava arrive in California. Solomon Dominguez- Chava's “homie-lover-friend”, a DC native transplanted to LA who hustles and bustles the 3-job life to live the California dream—a surprisingly dedicated and loyal friend to Chava, who considers him the “king of fuckboys”—which, is not entirely untrue, being that his life goal is to “become a real Ninja.” Johnny McEntire- An eclectic and friendly photographer who stumbles upon Sala during a vulnerable-yet-crucial moment—a sweet, humble, and vibrant personality, Chava mostly dismisses him as just another victim of Sala's constantly-inconstant romantic gestures and affiliations. Grace Williams (Chava's Super-Christian (but very sweet) Aunt) Billy Williams- Chava's very dorky, super-quirky, southern Baptist uncle who can't help but throw in a “praise-Jesus” or interject with “halleluiah” Krista DeVaunte- Bride-To-Be—Noah's Fiance A light-skinned, freckled and green-eyed debutant whose “gingerness is contradictory to her blackness” Noah Williams- Chava's Cousin, the groom to be Naomi Williams- Chava's salty Cousin, and freinemy since birth—Noah's younger sister Sonny Johnson— Chava's ex-fiance Dustin Roberts—Sala's ex-boyfriend Juan Manuel Jose Melendez Gutierrez-Rodriguez—Sala's current boyfriend, with whom she lives & works with; A Mexican immigrant with ‘grown-ass kids', Juan is a ‘machismo' who prides himself on working hard, and claiming Sala as his young, hot wanna-be step mom. Running Jokes: Speaking Spanish with a Mandarin-inflenced dialect—speaking/yelling in awful Spanish-sounding Mandarin—speaking “Mandarish” or “Spandarin” Every time Chava mentions Sonny (her ex), Sala interjects with “Fuck Sonny!” Cop Jokes (due to Chava's occupation) D*ck jokes ACT I- The Wedding Bashers/It's Festival Season “Save-The-Date” Inciting Incident—Plans to attend a destination wedding that Chava and her lifelong long distance best friend Sala, have been planning for almost a year are abruptly halted when Chava learns via a very eventful facetime call (‘Meet The Williams') that her +1 invitation had apparently only applied to her now-ex-fiance [whom her stuck-up family adored because of his abhorrent Christianity], and that the bride-to-be would not allow Sala to take his place on the guest list—as her vivid memories of Sala from Chava's engagement party are severely grotesque. Flashback: Chava + Sonny's engagement party. Chava: Yeah dude, they got all, mad-butthurt that I was bringing you instead of Sonny. Sala: Fuck Sonny! A remote, unnamed city in the Alaskan Arctic Circle. It is severely cold, even visually so. Ch ACT II- Sunny California ACT III- Sunny Florida Festival Trip Tagline: Two Friends. Two Weeks. Two Festivals—One World. The Epic Trip Tagline: Girl, Meet World. First Fest (Prequel) Chava is a teenager in a bit of a pickle, whose unlikely plug Christopher B. Dickenson (and coincidentally, best friend) picks her up at random from her lonely dormitory [where she tends to seclude herself] and takes her on a wild adventure to her first underground warehouse event, where she gets her first taste of the “wubs she lubs”—and her first glance of who is sure to become her favorite artist of all time—and later, the King of Dance modern American dance music, Sun(dot)Moon. Festival Trip List of Fictional DJ's/Character List by Name/Concept Favorites: Jeff. (Excision) Ne(r)d (Dillon Frances) [pronounced NED] -Ned Talks (which is I guess an alternate version of Hanzel; Jesus Christ) Shluggy (Snails) Acid Blaster/LSDemon (LSDream) / BlackOut! (Brillz) UNH. (Rusko) Devil's Lettuce (Ganja White Night) Kalvin Kaine (Carl Cox) Tommy Trombone (Timmy Trumpet) NOmyGOD (Sullivan King) Ms. Stakes (Rezz) Ask Alice (Allison Wonderland) Sun(dot)Moon (Skrillex) CorpseRat (Deadmau5) Asian Jesus (Steve Aoki) Morty McFlyy (Martin Garrix) Voltage (Carnage) Abracadabra! (Tiesto) CoolWhip (Whipped Cream) “, said This Guy. (Said The Sky) Tears4Years (illenium) -grinlge -scratch n sniff -feneglers -HOWDAREYOU -coldsauce -benadryl4breakfast -That Guy. -My Name's Not... -Control + Alt + Delete -Maybe Later -LSDemon -STOP. -There! Right There. -Violent Pineapple -Sabrina The Teenaged Bitch -SoloHomo -5tet -BorGeoIs -TheNorthHole -Read -Unread -Poo -Best Case Scenario -Worst Case Scenario - I Dunno, Harry - Gosh - Toby - The Why - Shoemantics - Name Me King - The Artist Formerly Known As Prints - Crispy Feet - ¿ - Confucius Say - Ne(r)d. (Dillon Francis) -Jeff (Excision) -Jeffest -Space Canyon -Jeff's Wonderdome -Neckbrace for Nancy -TrashRat -Below&Beneath (Above and Beyond) -Leggolas (Armin Van Buren) -Tommy Trombone -Ask Alice (Allison Wonderland) -Ms. Stakes (Rezz) -High Stakes -BoiToy -DrippTipp festival names: F*ckFest GetF*cked GoF*ckYourself (GFY) IsReal ¡Dizzaster! FlopTop Todayland Yesterworld Shalaham Epic Music Festival Ultimate Music Festival Atomic Jungle Oz Never-Everland UNH. Conch Shella Stank. Drop The Ball Hot Summer Life is Decent Underground Railroad Fuck Fest -Get Fucked -GFY Garden of Eden Festival Trip excerpt C- yo. I cannot wait to get down to some Acid Blaster. S- acid blaster? c-ahh yeah, you never heard of acid blaster? S- ♀️ nope C- fucking lit. S-do you have to be on acid? C- not a requirement but implicitly preferable. S- Hm. C- have you seen— (They go back and forth—the DJ names get more ridiculous) Within the silence of solace and solitude, the Goddess awakens; as she rises from within her chamber, a blackened curse is broken—a new day is born, to let light live. Love reigns. Be it, a fleeting demon—met in the wandering eye of a man who love could not keep, but would always find—a wish, a wisper; Windblown kisses beneath the neck, and the eye that watches, waits, and knows not yet what lies in the wake of love. When I was younger, my mother would always tell me that she wasn't mine—she'd tell me over and over to the point that I would cry; and then she'd laugh, taunting me, and outwardly ask “why would you believe that? Of course I am your mother.” And oh, the joy my tears had often brought her—how my pain, turned pity would make me mourn, the child I never was. It's hard to see yourself When you become a different body All the eyes that look upon you Are so haunting And something miraculous has happened. Because this is is hell I can't wait to leave it and I won't take it from myself again— But sometimes wish that another would So that the weight of the world would let go my soul At 11:44, A revelation— If only patiently I wait, The cause and purpose of life Will spring upon me; As I am here again, In the place of which The seeds of my dreams were planted and can now become trees; Not weeping willows but infinite redwood evergreens. Wanting is not needing As God Is, I am. And one day, this will all be a dream—and when you wake up to the light, you will forget yourself again. The longest ego death that ever was, “Never was.” But we're all culture vultures... Aren't we? There's some kind of madness In the outside world A shade of red begins to drift into the music of my Contagiousness of carelessness Hygiene is an option but The sickness of the nation Making victims out of men is Wondrous Peering at tops of pyramids Knowing that you built them And the “God” that you're addressing is the inside of your soul Wholesomeness is fleeting People only want attention and They'll take away your goodness If you let them take your time. What of the world's inside our minds What of the worlds we've created This is a universe all of your own Once you find your own center, you've made it. In a perfect world, we heal the sadness In another time, we all unite In another lifetime everyone is happy dancing In a perfect world, we see the light I sit upon a porcelain throne, Body broken And as silence fell about In the sunken chaotic jungle of treasured beauty, I awaited an answer to a question I never asked, but was told to wait for in a silent other language. I don't need to make wishes— They all come true; But when I do, I wish for you. All my friends were with me that day The reason I fast and I pray Let's remember the love Always take that with you, The heavens will forgive you, Imperfections are only what make you a human. I see everything I need to see, End up everywhere I need to be Right on time Not always, but pretty much always All my days wasted playing games, All the same All my days wasted on fame? All the same One day I'll be famous (And that's what she asked for) One day I'll be famous (“Be careful what you wish for”) I told the child inside of me, Don't cry (No worries) I'm sorry (No sorries) For everything that I want, will come; And everything that I am— Will be. We're all not okay—okay? You reading me? I am. Reading you— Reading me— Reading you. Oh—you too? You two. No, you two. Who? Not the owl again— You should have gone to bed with your friends, This is the end again. Let's keep keeping secrets We're all not okay—okay? You reading me? I am. Reading you— Reading me— Reading you. Oh—you too? You two. No, you two. Who? Not the owl again— You should have gone to bed with your friends, This is the end again. Let's keep keeping secrets “I'll never repeat this.” I never said that. “I'll never repeat this.” I never said that. And none was lost, that day, but some found—I had cried with the child within, and heard the call of my spirit, which could not be forgotten—as she screamed in her fury and wondered her “why am I like this?” And soon she would know, because all again was one. And then she said, “how bad will it it be” “not bad,” said I “we have the key.” ‘And now I lay me down to sleep... I pray the lord my soul to keep— If I should die before I wake; I pray the lord, My soul to take.' “I work in the morning”, said I “Dumb girl”, said she—and then we laughed together, because we are as one. If only I were free to be I, alone, forgotten and at simple, eloquent peace; Loneliness is the devil's advocate--but solitude will bring one to certainty, when time is of the only aching ease as and forgiveness is not needed//you can only answer to yourself, and to yourself—the sureness of your being becomes whole I'm certain thought, forward motion—steady gravitation towards things you love. Love is an undeniable phenomena/-more so than sound, sight; more than a feeling or knowing, even—it is an essence. It is not only in the heart that love is born, but in the entirety of most—but not all—woman and man. To learn to love is not but a condition of humanity, but a connection to the spirit, soul,—it is part of our purpose and presence to love—a blinding,lay delicate piece of our nature. Love is more than just romance, relations with other—love is an element with which, is a thread woven into the fabric of our being in this reality. Simply stated, in fact—love is a fact. Tikun Olam For I could not fathom to end my fast, before drifting into and wandering past realms unknown to the sleeping and dead— Who walk amongst life as though living wholly, Mouths agape and eyes amasked, absorbed in the world of phone. Blindfolds hiding a hateful and bloodshot third eye— I awake to the sound of a city to which I am anchored in spirit; Something awaits at the boardwalk, however, the writer's mind is readily waiting to work, Greedily consuming what little, precious time is left Of the freedom that lies in the true joy of temporary, blissful and, wishfully permanent joblessness. 323-590-5223 That was me. The original SupaCree Beachlife OG. Rocket power I got the power To see. Money is power; But music is more— It vibrates the center Awakens the core I got debt up to my eyeballs I got debt up to my eyeballs I got debt up to my eyeballs But my eye's wide open I got debt up to my eyeballs I got debt up to my eyeballs I got debt up to my eyeballs But my eye's wide open (open) Open (x8) Follow your signs Follow the sun Follow your heart Follow the one true Love yourself Love yourself Love yourself Love yourself Bought my mamas pontiac Wish it was a Cadillac She ask can she have it back I said “it don't work like that” Matter fact, Dadadada This is my circle (x8) We're on the side with the ocean Catch me if you wanna Marijuana so sweet in the sea breeze Nice green palm trees Dragon hawks No don't look now It's a trap it's a trap No don't speak They'll attack They'll attack Wait right here— imma be right back I was right on time Now I'm right on track Kill the noise, Dill Francis remix>>Baba O Reily Gold (Adventure Club)>>Gold (Stupid Love), excision Wait, Adventure Club>>Rock and Roll will take you to the mountain Summit (Sun In My Eyes Mix) [111] Never give up Never say— “Die, die, die!!” You're never alone; There's no place like home. Mama didn't raise no bitch Mama didn't raise no bitch Mama didn't raise no snitch Mama didn't raise no snitch Glitch—Twitch—Switch [Sample Sabrina The teenaged witch] Never Knew--Acoustic Cover Blue Da Ba Di--SupaCreeMixx Davies-Davis Jon-John-Jon Christian-Christian Ted-Dave Mirror Mirror on the wall Who'd expect, things change (x4) Sunny-Sonny Can you see me? Can you hear me? That's strange Loser-loser Crazy-Crazy Have you seen ‘loose change'? (X8) Whose strange? [Danger] ‘...strange days, have found us...' Doors-Doors Whores-Bore Chores-Chores “More! More!” ...*break* [mic drop fx] “I chimed in with a—“ “What the fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck” ‘Navigator Truck—‘ [wiley coyote music] ‘They're after me lucky charms!' ‘This is a call to arms' (arms- echo) Beyoncé- “Ring the Alarm” ‘Charmed, I'm sure...' I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Energi I [Clapping] Spoken: Hey! I don't need… that energy. (Toxic) –Shhhh. Beating me up Beating me up Beating me up. Man… (echo, x6) Bad energi. Bad energi. Manic— Energi. Panic— (echo, x6) Energy. Planet— Energi… No Sympathy? BadEnergi Remember me? Das Energi— Memories… (echo x6) Before—Da SupaCree Energi Jesus Christ— He just takes what he likes I was makin it nice… And clean again— Are we even , then? Cause I'm leavin' him— On repeat again Had my heart and my… Had my heart and you Broke it Broke it Broke it Broke it Had my heart and my… Had my heart and you Spoke it Spoke it Spoke it Spoke it Said I would keep it Said I would keep it Open Open Open Open …………… Here's hopin'. 3nergi II Stop givin' me— Toxic energi. Energi (x3) Energi (x3) Energi. (x3) Don't put the devil into me— That's my— Enemy. Knope [Sample: The word “No/Nope x1000] No Nope Get ‘Em Manic listening to Vanic Pressin' the panic button I'm not confusin nothin'— I think I'm onto something Greaaat—like Tony— (The Tiger, not the liar.) [Sample Tony Soprano] Would like a pair of pliers…to cut these things off. Spoken “She seems off” I know it, took my rings off Lets. Box. Foxy. “I think you just lost me…” I lost you at “hello” [Sample: Scooby Doo, Daphne: “My Glasses!'] …and I cannot see without my glasses And I can Nazi… [Sample: Hitler] Oops, you caught me OOPS, 4/20. That's 3… Oops. THC for anxiety— Cause rules do not apply to me; Lied on the application, Don't need no medication I needed meditation Watching precipitation No more participation I'm insane (echo: sane) They lockin me up instead Lockin me up in my head; Seeing red, feeling dead when I… Smell my pillow, smell my bed… “That's what she said.” G Put my shoes to the ground Cause you kjnee I worked too hard… Found every, sound and I— Followed it (Echo x 3) Felt that too hard and I— Swallowed it (Echo x3) Spoken: ‘Wait till tomorrow, bitch.” ….think I might be a witch, which— Is my “synthesis”…that I could sense this shit comin'… {Sample: TV announcer—“…and, comin' up—”] No worries, I'm comin up— Late cause I got too much on, My plate and… “Your place is great!” But. What. The. Actual. Fuck. Oh what, like I'd actually—huh? … Oh What's like I'd actually—what? Oh, what— Like I'd actually…. [FUCK.] [Sample: Kelly, Shoes—“fuck you!”] I'm hungry honey gimme money Sample: “people people, please please” raven People pleaser People, please Believe me: this is just a teaser I am sitting in your freezer I'm the salmon—always eager To go back up stream to spawn And I'm just going on and on Because I'm really on the run Raven run Having visions Therapeutic— That's the music I see future and I choose it If you cheat it, then you lose it Fisher—wisher—I'm the swisher In your purse; I saw it first I saw the earth turn shades of blue When I was me When I was U. I used to have the power, too. Now this is just what I can do. I don't know what I'm really searching for— But I think I want mooree...and that's the answer, that's the key. Somethings not right; it might just be me. My whole life of hurting, the world's hurting me. I can't seem to escape this new catastrophe; somethings calling me Got me stress eating In-n-out of meetings all day In-n-out sounds okay “No, you're out.” Sounds okay Okay— Are you ok? Not like Annie— I mean, you can be— But that's not really my thing; Quick fling for some bling without a diamond ring I don't fuck with that And you can ask my ex, is we fuckin? Nah, I'm over that Put me on the guillotine— Read between the lines I was fuckin doing everything Fuckin doing fine I was on my grind— Didn't have the time for no Explaining why the fuck I go and listen to sublime I hate the lime-light Pay attention to me harder and I just might Lose it been Losin it since before it was a hit, and I admit— I miss the shit I came up on, I admit: I miss the days where I had fun and P.S.- yes I'm the best at passing a test Don't need to study the material Is really all here—just pay attention Attention deficit disorder; My auntie a hoarder but I'm borderline everything: You feelin me? Davies-Davis Jon-John-Jon Christian-Christian Ted-Dave Mirror Mirror on the wall Who'd expect, things change (x4) Sunny-Sonny Can you see me? Can you hear me? That's strange Loser-loser Crazy-Crazy Have you seen ‘loose change'? (X8) Whose strange? [Danger] ‘...strange days, have found us...' Doors-Doors Whores-Bore Chores-Chores “More! More!” ...*break* [mic drop fx] “I chimed in with a—“ “What the fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck” ‘Navigator Truck—‘ [wiley coyote music] ‘They're after me lucky charms!' ‘This is a call to arms' (arms- echo) Beyoncé- “Ring the Alarm” ‘Charmed, I'm sure...' Sample: B2M Poison! Poison from the inside out— Outside-in Poison Within you Boom Imma vengaboy I zoom past the other boys I don't need the bad things spoken “actually, I don't need anything from you.” Sent back in time In your mind Joy, I think about you I don't like to think about you I do not believe in your Spirit “Just have fun.” No, I'm meant to be an artist But I used to be the smartest... I woke up in our world I woke up in our world I know I can read a map, But Trains trains trains They all go in two directions and I Might Get Lost (x3) The sound of the 88 (Use Lamarus) Bongo drum, pan flute Wind rustling through the breeze Whispered: I believe in you *drop sounds, silence* Birds singing Sample: Spice girl (echo) so siiick Energi I [Clapping] Spoken: Hey! I don't need… that energy. (Toxic) –Shhhh. Beating me up Beating me up Beating me up. Man… (echo, x6) Bad energi. Bad energi. Manic— Energi. Panic— (echo, x6) Energy. Planet— Energi… No Sympathy? BadEnergi Remember me? Das Energi— Memories… (echo x6) Before—Da SupaCree Energi Jesus Christ— He just takes what he likes I wi was makin it nice… And clean again— Are we even , then? Cause I'm leavin' him— On repeat again Had my heart and my… Had my heart and you Broke it Broke it Broke it Broke it Had my heart and my… Had my heart and you Spoke it Spoke it Spoke it Spoke it Said I would keep it Said I would keep it Open Open Open Open …………… Here's hopin'. 3nergi II Stop givin' me— Toxic energi. Energi (x3) Energi (x3) Energi. (x3) Don't put the devil into me— That's my— Enemy. Knope [Sample: The word “No/Nope x1000] No Nope Get ‘Em Manic listening to Vanic Pressin' the panic button I'm not confusin nothin'— I think I'm onto something Greaaat—like Tony— (The Tiger, not the liar.) [Sample Tony Soprano] Would like a pair of pliers…to cut these things off. Spoken “She seems off” I know it, took my rings off Lets. Box. Foxy. “I think you just lost me…” I lost you at “hello” [Sample: Scooby Doo, Daphne: “My Glasses!'] …and I cannot see without my glasses And I can Nazi… [Sample: Hitler] Oops, you caught me OOPS, 4/20. That's 3… Oops. THC for anxiety— Cause rules do not apply to me; Lied on the application, Don't need no medication I needed meditation Watching precipitation No more participation I'm insane (echo: sane) They lockin me up instead Lockin me up in my head; Seeing red, feeling dead when I… Smell my pillow, smell my bed… “That's what she said.” G Put my shoes to the ground Cause you kjnee I worked too hard… Found every, sound and I— Followed it (Echo x 3) Felt that too hard and I— Swallowed it (Echo x3) Spoken: ‘Wait till tomorrow, bitch.” ….think I might be a witch, which— Is my “synthesis”…that I could sense this shit comin'… {Sample: TV announcer—“…and, comin' up—”] No worries, I'm comin up— Late cause I got too much on, My plate and… “Your place is great!” But. What. The. Actual. Fuck. Oh what, like I'd actually—huh? … Oh What's like I'd actually—what? Oh, what— Like I'd actually…. [FUCK.] [Sample: Kelly, Shoes—“fuck you!”] SOUNDS [Police Say] *Whoop-Whoop!* [Ravers Say] *Whoop-Whoop!* [Roadrunner Say] *Meep-meep* Honk/Beep Doors opening/shutting Car doors unlocking/opening/shutting Jail Doors *buzzer/lockdown lock* Cigarette being lit Lighter flicks Bong Rips Tips/Change dropping/Money being counted Clipping Hair Bubbles Gravel—walking, running, tires Raindrops falling; Tin Roof, ground (dirt, pavement, gravel), Rain storms (Temparate Rainforest, Jungle Rainforest, Desert Storms) Motor purring Dryer running Joggers Electric scooters/Segways Bass; Wobbeles, Wubs, Rumbles Heartbeats; Fetal heartbeats, elevated heartbeats, palpitations Water Rushing; Oceans, Rivers, lakes, resovoirs, rain gutters, pond sounds, swamp sounds Triangle, Wood block, Xylophone Flutes—Traditional native, aboriginal, classical Clacking Fans Whistles iPhone Sounds Airplanes Mickey Mouse Clubhousde Bird Sounds—Sparrows, Hawks, Eagles, Robins, Ravens, Crows—Ducks, Geese (Hissing) Moose Bellow Car Alarms Grinding Squeaking/Creaking (Door Hinges, Floorboards) Garage Doors Vomiting Soda Cans Water Bottles Being Crushed Fish Jumping Upstream Cold Wind (whistling, howling) Tent Sounds Scarlet Johansen Laughter; Joyful, hysterical,playful—taunting, nervous, fake Construction/Building Equipment—Chainsaws, Jackhammers Tapping Rings Jan & Andy) Spoons of glass Ice Sounds; Breaking, pouring(on ground, into glass/jug) Scrubbing Tapping Steel Pens Clicking Ignitions (Crs, Rockets) Idle EnglinesRadio Rounds Squeaky Toys Bottle Caps (Plastic + Glass) Can Crushing Soda Streat “Aw” SAMPLES/QUOTES Spongebob Squarepants; ‘Ay ay, Captain!' The Shield; “Anything But A Subaru…” Bearr's Voice “What the fuck, Matt Damon!” (Me, watching interstellar) Rick And Morty; “haha, my sister died in the spaghetti”. “…I wanna eat ice cream… (monologue)”, Fart Episode, “Aww Geez”, Pickle Rick Episode Annie's Voice; “Hey Dude” Yoda Quotes I love lucy “Vitavitavegimin” Shrek; “And in the mornin', I'm makin' waffles!' Nurse Jackie Sons of Anarchy; Damon King, Gemma Teller Married…With Children Back To The Future 21 Jumpstreet All That The Amanda Show Rugrats In The Heights Legally Blonde RENT Hairspray The Last 5 Years Tlingit Songs/Pow-Wows African Music/Cultural Songs Mormon Tabernacle Choir “Put an Egg On it” (me, quoting bass canyon signage) Pokemon; “Pikachu, I choose you!” OLDSTEP Sun King/Here Comes The Sun (The Beatles, Love) –(SupaCreemix) I Got You Babe (Sonny & Cher) [SupaCreeMix] Love Shack [SupaCreeMix] Los Paranoias (SupaCreeMix) The Psycho's Path Lucky charms, Code of arms Car alarms, and Hershey's bars; Hershey's kisses, not your missus But I'll miss this… Bliss. Kiss me underneath the stars, I'm floating on my way to mars I'm counting all the passing cars (1, 2, 6—8) What did you hallucinate? Disintegrate me. Imitate me. People [Sample: That's So Raven; “People-people, please, please!!!” Work Sensory Overload FuckIt Recycled Culture Shock [Sample: My Generation, The Who] Back Up [Sample classic] If I Was A Boy (Beyonce) [Dupstep Remix, SupaCreeMix] Before He Cheats (Carrie Underwood) [SupaCreeMix] Cosmic Gate. Call To Arms [SupaCreeMix] Vroom [Sample: Ignitions—Old Mustang, New Mustang] This Is my ignition Don't need no permission This is my admission: I was there, you missed it. Attention Attention Attention Right—Lets's switch them. Expert, Attention— Ascension. (Whispered: Ascension) Alright—I'm listenin' Ex (pect) (Echo x8) Re (spect) (Echo x8) Givin it back (x8) It's a wreck. [Sample] ” In a wreck? Need A Check?” ALBUMS/EPS Turn3r Str33t -South Side NSC (Not SupaCree) M13P (MI Audition Tape) The Gorge [Part I/Part II (“Ous”)] Unsteady- X Ambassadors, remix [more heartbeat] Everybody got preferences, Don't need to be checking my references You say that I'm hella exotic I say that your energy's toxic Bad mind be robotic I'm not sick—I'm not shit It's obvious: you're oblivious And she's envious of my (shhhh) Why? Acid anxiety Too much acid inside of me Yeah I brought a variety Cause I'm sick of society And I'm sick of em eyin me Got sick of em spyin me Got my eye on the prize homie I'm single, and not lonely Heal Everybody [Cover/Mix] Alive with the glory of love Beatles style cover People are strange Xylophone cover + video “OK” Sample: Smooth Criminal “(Annie) are you ok?” Are you ok? Are you ok? Are you ok? Ok, ok! Spoken word sample: furry wall, get him to the Greek My name is...and my name is Skrillex remix/mashup Got that nesquick Nice lips Have her body supa thick Have her body supa fit Sick sick outfit She ain't like them other bitches Representin single women Never ask for your opinion— Psycho She seem really nice, tho Never took a bite though Thinking I just just might tho I am that girl with the Armani sunglasses I am that girl with the Armani sunglasses I am that girl who will write notes in her classes I am that girl who will talk first and ask lastest I am that girl I am that girl I am that girl *swift* [whispered] In transitions wearing transitions lenses Starting to look good Look mad decent Went through some shit that was, Mad recent I gotta thank my exes tho They the reason I'm on some new shit now It's SupaCree Season Big brother Don't bother Revolving Door Military Trained Head Honcho Repression Depression Oppression Obsession Sickness Health Poorer & Poorer Cracker Jack Box Ted/Dave 38 Days/48 Daze Purple Raïnn “Just Kill Yourself, Already” Christ/Not a goddess ^ NSC SpongeRob Queue I'm done- with you. I have a queue-of dudes; Ready for you...and you. (Oops) You get better and better with time Better and better like wine ‘Better and better'—it's fine; I'm losing my mind. I'm losing my mind. Eliza Thornberry Is this over yet? Shut up, dog. Is it over yet? Shut up, hog. Is it over yet? Shut up bitch. Is it over yet? Shut up snitch. [repeat] Trippin' on Shoes I need shoes... Like I need you. Like I need blue, Like I need glue— Gone, how about a show? You didn't think I'd know? I know. Don't know where to go, Don't know who to [show] It's almost winter. Thought I was the winner— Really just a sinner, It's not winter, I just entered... Hell. And I'm trippin on Shoes Shoes Shoes Shoes Shoes Shoes Shoes And I'm trippin on Remix- James brown- this is a man's world Bob Loblaw We're all above the law If we learn to love the law We're all above the law If we learn to love the law We're all above the law If we love to learn the law We're all above the law This is the final flaw Blah blah blah Bob Loblaw Caw-Caw-Caw Arkansas I just landed I just planted I'm this planet (Naw-Naw) That would be the curtain call That would be the final flaw Love the law Love the law We all live above the law What I heard—what I saw— There is no God. (HA!) Just another ghosts I ain't gonna cry about it I'm not gonna boast I'm not gonna cry about it (Pshhh. Burnt toast) I ain't gonna lie about it Almost Not even gonna try about it So close I ain't gonna cry about it I ain't gonna cry about it Patience. I'm not takin medication “Hola” You think I'm fakin— I'm just makin money, Honey Fuck a blue eyed snow bunny It ain't funny The reason I'm sneezin isn't the season I'm not pleasin nobody, Got no reason for nobody I'm not looking for no-body No hottie That's not me I like variety But society tells me They got an eye on me And my psychiatrist understands Social anxiety But he ain't supplying me With what I need Cause man's greed says Money will help you succeed And that's America Hell yeah im aware of ya Hell yeah I be scarin ya And I don't give a fuck about your code I'm too old for Apple pie ala mode I don't want it Whatever it is Get out of my biz, Liz I miss the Lizzard man— That's what this is And that's my business Be my witness: I don't get this shit I'll rip this shit into pieces Can't eat reces Cause I'm trying to look decent “Don't repeat this” I haven't I'm just planning My escape That's fate. Ello Govnah! “You already call me ‘The Gov'...” (8) They already call you The Dove I already call you “my love” I'm so tired Trippin' (Shorts) Energi -di Solid. Waste. Solid. Tasty. Solid— You can't make me buy this shit; Living it. (Living it) Are you believing it yet? * * * Bet. (‘Oh—you betcha!') * * * Wet. * * * “Threaten me again, see what happens—“ What Happened—eh? What did you...say? You know where I stay? Don't play. I'll kill ya. A killa—no reallah, Protecting his Skrilla A deal breaka yeah-yeah Bad man he ‘haha' No laughter No slaughter Bitch: “I am your daughter” (mono) “androgyny” (deep voice) Nobody likes Cree: I thought it might be... My energy—trying not to look Thought you were a 10 Thought you could depend on me? Depends How it spends Too much time finding Blurred lines Malcom (RIP) That was a crazy day In LA When you went a way Not your everyday listener— But I give you praise, And thanks; It takes a lot to be a human All this gloom, and doom and, Sometimes boomin ain't enough It's tuff out here, people go it rough These days, This kids all up in their business And when you're in the business— The world is your witness—-get this They study your wealth, your fashion, your fitness... Do you get this equation? Me either; now either we're too old, retarded, or neither— Every teacher's a preacher for either His passion, or her pocket It's not rocket science, It's common core— And it's a horror they have access to Soft core and gore From age 3; Technological catastrophe Disastardly wasting space As we race towards a race war— I'm just trying to rave more It's hardcore, but it's never boring I'm ignoring these morons, They got me snoring in here, It's pouring in here— And the Northern Lights don't look right under too much light Got me gazing in the night Like I might find my flight Honestly I'm just looking for anything But a fight—am I right? It's Been Ten [Years] Been on you since way back when Before Ben 10 More like Rin-tin-tin, Or the tin man Take me down that road again I'll ease down it Don't doubt it— Take me home again. And if it wasn't for you Woulda lost day 2 I'm so confused and just using Ü as a tool, That was my other breaking point Cause I already boiled over It was over—I was sober when he was throwing elbows; Oh you felt those—pulses— Those were my—impulses— Speaking, leaking into dreams I wasn't dreaming, you were scheming and it haunts me How many—I could count 3 of your friends round the bends of my tent, Can't take a hint, but the bad came and went when the Good vibes— Those good guys Reminded me of my world And in my world... Everything is like a fairytale But my fairy tail is caught between my legs— Like the plague of someone's fingertips had me amazed; Strange, yes... What a strange blessing—we're estranged but I remember cutie pie's eyes, cause those were the days— No “rage”, really, just space-aged waves of sound surrounding us and Bass come through the ground I found myself there Ain't no hoodrat But I'm a hoodrat Play a good brat But if you sat me down I Got the capacity And tenacity to rap about it I ain't proud about it But ain't never doubted it, either I'm either Reptilian or Alien Project 93 Bee. Odd. And molly Mahammed Ali Got me Dodging The odd bee Live Nation Don't know if I was delirious... Or if you were serious— But I'm curious, and have trust issues so... I gotta know: Did I blow this whole thing out of proportion? Of course, then: Take a pass, have a laugh It's just added to the list Of things I'm pissed off about Mad anxiety Cause I like skinny I like light-skinned he's-and-she's And especially blondes— Come on, man; if you let me love you, I can—I'd take anybody's hand and show them the promise land, If they want to see And honestly, I'm picky My tastes are confusing and I'm losing hope Born in the wrong body—I cannot be this black—it's a straight up attack on how much I lack—in culture. Not a vulture, but not exactly a dove; I just love peace signs and peace finds you, wherever you let it I find it with paper-to-pen Now-and-again, Then again I find I have a one-track-mind Writing in rhymes is fine— Till you lose respect; I'm Dr. Suess with a noose around his neck Living paycheck to paycheck— I regret to inform you I can't preform in this reformed prison cell. If this is prison—well, Hell— Pin me up in a cell so I can tell all my friends “Hey, I'm just like you!” “We don't like you—you wear blue.” “You could too—if you do what you're supposed to.” And I'm supposed to be somebody with authority, but horribly I think about what whores would be without the men who made them... HoStep- vogue music + brostep ShowStep- Broadway/Showtumes+ Dubstep Sorry sorry, I worry-worry No one will love me Like I love the world. And I do know you— But I do owe you an apology... Technology...is too much for me Wiki is the key, and I won't look 3 times. You know who you are; You set the bar too high. Now it's too late Another obsession— I'm just a mental case. Sorry honey. You looked at me funny... And I fell apart. That was the start Of another broken heart MI3P [The Audition Tape] Album Art: Roadrunner + Wiley Coyote frozen solid under the northern lights, white rabbit coming out of an ice fishing hole. Acoustically covered EDM Ease My Mind, Will You? Was listening to ‘Ease My Mind' When robin williams died Cant lie I've thought about it Like, every time It's obvious I didn't want to see the synthesis But this is it Can't be stuck with people who express this shit out loud I'm not proud—that's just kind of how it is I'm a Loser Okay— I never win shit And I can't spin shit Brian Bro. You're about 100 years old: And I had that job before you did. Oh—you pooted? How rude, dude. I don't give a fuck what you do, dude Keep abusing your body— I'll keep abusing this power Every hour I become something new... And you? You're dying, man. Your whole generation can Suck a fat dick Fantastic— Let's agree to disagree You be you, and I'll be me It's 50 cents I'll pay my rent some other way I only came to work today To write and play. Priest Not suicidal Fuck an idol Music is like my bible I'm liable to read it to you, Judas. Trippin' Album: NSC (Not Supa Cree) Skit: Bunny & Hunny are a mirror image of each other, but about 30 years apart in age. They argue briefly in the hallway, Hunny (the younger) stomping away dramatically Hunny: That fuckin shit's no fair!! Bunny: Life's not fair, sweetheart—or else none of us would be here. Donna [Not Supa Cree] Trippin on shorts— shorts? Shorts They was trippin on shorts What? Shorts ...and I was trippin of Course (x5) ....cause they was trippin on Shorts. Smoke & Rain Purple mountains Burning fire Red sun Lights & lazers Celebration Never ending Have fun DEBBIE. (I'm 7) 1. I like eggs (the Amanda show) 2. I need shoes (married with children) 3. “I want that!”-baby Cree Tired I'm so Tired I'm so Tired I'm so Hungry I'm so Bloated I'm so Sorry I'm so Stupid Tripp Trippin (Shorts) Trippin on Shirts Trippin on Pants Trippin on Shoes “I Love Your Outfit” Turn3r Str33t South Side The Lonely Eskimo Raver (Pixel pro, rave gear,sitting at the entrance of an igloo...Alaska flag, supa cree flag #fucksnow 4 LAW SPïRIIIT COCOA EMP NoTing Oh no, Money no-ting No diamond ring, no-ting Not-a-thing Phone don't ring Don't mean no-ting Just denoting Don't need bling-bling. No money Not a ting, not a ting No money Not a ting, not a ting No money Not a ting, not a ting You a pretty thing Whatcha mean Pretty-ting-ting Ching-Ching-Ching Not a ting, not a ting Read iChing Real book, not a ting Sing-sing-sing Not a ting not a ting Not a ting Not a ting Not a ting Not a ting The Palladium It just is what it is. It is just (is) what it is What is this What is this Imma make this shit my biz Call me Liz call me Liz I don't need no fuxkin thizz I don't need you watch me (//) I don't need no baby sitter I just cover face with glitter—biiich— Cause this is who I is “Her?” Easy come, easy go Easy come (come) easy go What is this? I don't know I just wanna see the show On the bus (bus), I will go Write and flow Color code—switch I don't need that bitch She a snitch and she do snow “So?” (Whoop whoops—Fan Clacks) Wall-E: Whoa. You win some, you lose some You win some you lose some You win some you lose some— I'm not drinking booze, hun You win some you lose some— You win some, you lose some— You win some— Look: At least it was sunny. (...///..././.-...///././..) You win some, you lose some You win some, you lose some Trust me, this is fun You win some, you lose some You win some, you lose some Trust me, we're not done (We're just getting started!) “Keep your head up.” (.-././/././.——././.—./) Easy come, easy go Where he at? I don't know. I just show up to this show Do my thang Then go home. “I like to move it move it—“ ¿Quien que cuando donde porque? Kandi Kidd I'm a guru I'm a sage Every time I turn the page I'm a different personality I guess that's just my age Never made a living wage Never lived outside a cage Never get respected and that's Cause I like to rage “WHAT?!” I'm a Kandi kid Kandi kid Kandi kid Let's trade Kandi kid Kandi kid Kandi kid Let's get faded Kandi kid Kandi kid Kandi kid PLURRR Kandi kid Kandi kid Kandi kid (Fan clack x2) Once I went to a show Didn't see know one one i know But I knew just where to go (Front and center, do not enter) Throwing elbows breaking necks All the children getting wrecked PLU but no Respect (It was almost turning winter) So I went back to my tent Shooting stars were heaven sent Knew I couldn't pay my rent But I had tickets to event I went hungry I was lonely I was tired, I was only Wearing T-shirt, I'm no phony “All these catty girls can blow me” [Clip] Then I almost fell asleep And this secret I should keep Cause I haven't said a peep (I should probably keep it to myself) Then I heard a strange sound I heard footsteps on the ground Next thing you know I was surrounded (Shit fucked Up my mental health) Dancing shadows cutting shapes Should have filmed it, made a tape But there was really no escape... what happened next was mental rape (echo) Spoken (man's voice): Yo, what the fuck is this shit? Me: What? Man: This fuck shit—“dancing shadows...?” “Getting raped?” Me: mental rape Man: the fuck. Me: look, okay—this one time— Man: nobody gives a flying fuck. People want to dance. People want to have fun, this sounds depressing as shit. Me: ...it was fun and depressing— Man: cut that shit out, keep it positive. Sample: (playing on phone) keep it positive, legally blonde Man: ...are you serious? ... I'm a Kandi kid Kandi kid Kandi kid Let's trade Kandi kid Kandi kid Kandi kid Let's get faded Kandi kid Kandi kid Kandi kid PLUR Kandi Kid Kandi kid (Fan clack x4) FOoD iS dRuGs :'( McDonalds (Drugs) Pizza Hut (DRuGs) The Colonel (DRuGs) It's internal (DRuGs) Captain Crunch (DRuGs) Wings for brunch (DRuGs) Go to sleep (DRuGs) Then wake up (DRuGs) “The best part of waking up, is—“ (DRuGs) Uh- America Uh- they're scared of us Uh- In god we trust (DRuGs) Uh- Currency Uh- urgency (One day delivery) Uh-I pledge allegiance To the to the to the to the (DRuGs) Keep the secret Keep the secret Keep the secret (Let's go eat) Keep the secret Keep the secret Keep the secret (/./) Keep the secret Keep the secret Keep the secret “I'm sorry, but you have cancer” Everybody on this plane wake the fuck up Intro Everybody on this [plane] wake the fuck up Fuck up (1/32) [Sample: Flight attendant monologue.] Spoken: You are now entering the multiverse: Welcome to the realm of possibility. Music video idea Time-elapse of a stationary trash can—at the end, is a person just staring into the camera. Cop car light show; whoop woops. [The Sound of the] 88 ...Oh, what's up? (Now it's weird) What is that? Woah. What? Who? Okay. Okay. Okay. BRO. WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED TO YOU? BRUH. ‘Oh hey!' Red lips lie but I wear pink My shit still stink But I eat organic Mom wear mink But I love this planet Dance to the moonlight I go manic I see red and then I panic Like— attack attack You don't have my back, go back Likeness is what you attract So finish cleaning up your act Fake it till you make it If you're flaky I can't take it I like dancing when I'm naked (And I'm by myself, you guessed it) All my love I can't express But I keep it in my chest Shut it off I need some rest (Testing—(. . .)) I can feel it in my chest If you ask if I'm the best I'll say “no” I need a nest egg I don't drink much but I would keg I would ask but I would not beg I can dance— but I hate my— (Wait—What was I saying?) Get back to where you once belong Granny panties never thongs You called me ho but you were wrong My best friend is, but we get a long maybe that's where I went wrong Why I'm writing all these songs Same shit, different day Betrayal never fades away [Sample: Festival Trip—scene where Chava finds Solomon in bed with Sala] Got some bags under my eyes, But I'm feeling fine. Apparently, I'm on a mission—and the choice wasn't mine But I've been listening, Looks like it's the place and the time To get it right. Cause I've been listenin In on this signal they're sendin me Killin me And grillin me About who I'm supposed to be, So hopefully—I make it, I'll take it as a compliment from now on, and from now on—I'll put this crown on, and drown on, In the divinity giving me humanity; The capacity to be just me. Who I'm supposed to be, Is maybe SupaCree— Eventually, evidently I may be what it takes to be part of Democracy And be the change I wish to see Acurately...eventually, maybe But for now I'm focusing on me: The Cree of things. People are speaking; I'm listening And everything makes sense so far—just another scar on my heart, and not my arm. Intention to harm is far from my mind—Self-destruction or re-construction; to which, I am blind. It feels fake to me—drip dropping hints into a lake to me—playfully playing back the feeds of things The Cloud had sprouted just from seeds? Experimental mental challenges designed to find the ones with minds seeking the more divine; It's more than fine if these voices are really mine, it's all the time. It's all a game, it's all in my mind. I just have to accept this is my life, I'm the ‘crazy ex wife' With a life that reflects- My constant struggle and strife— These bags on my eyes, Are heavier than Living this life. Aight? <>remember me><‘remember me?' It's a bird It's a plane It's a bird It's a plane It's a bird It's a plane It's a bird It's a plane It's— Look—/ / ‘Look around you—what do you see (echo)' C C C C Sea Sea Sea Sea See See See See ><‘easy as life, aida' ><shorts Write more Dance more Sing more Do more <>more Cree Hotch <[email protected]> Wed, Oct 9, 10:49 AM to me 50 Shades of Blue Blue Da Ba Di [SupaCreemix] ‘Bloo-bloo-bloo—‘ Cree Dahavalynn Spoken: “...and one day maybe, I'll have the honor of shaking your hand, looking you in the eye and pretending like I never wanted to fuck your brains out.” Got me stress eating In-n-out of meetings all day In-n-out sounds okay “No, you're out.” Sounds okay Okay— Are you ok? Not like Annie— I mean, you can be— But that's not really my thing; Quick fling for some bling without a diamond ring I don't fuck with that And you can ask my ex, is we fuckin? Nah, I'm over that Put me on the guillotine— Read between the lines I was fuckin doing everything Fuckin doing fine I was on my grind— Didn't have the time for no Explaining why the fuck I go and listen to sublime I hate the lime-light Pay attention to me harder and I just might Lose it been Losin it since before it was a hit, and I admit— I miss the shit I came up on, I admit: I miss the days where I had fun and P.S.- yes I'm the best at passing a test Don't need to study the material Is really all here—just pay attention Attention deficit disorder; My auntie a hoarder but I'm borderline everything: You feelin me? Insta makes me brain hurt And waiting makes the game worse I'm sleeping in the same hearse I was cursed first, then the sun burst Fill my cup with coffee And barely be getting buzzes I always be missing busses, I always have trust issues Just trying to adjust issues supposed to buy some new shoes Give me an offer I can't refuse Give me a bottle I can reuse Give me a man who cannot abuse Beating me up and leaving me confused Yes I still remember last issues Take me to the Grammys I wanna meet the family I'm tryna keep it classy But the world is pretty trashy My license is a class C I'm average as I can be I want the presidency, so Somebody educate me I'm late for my train Plain Jane, plain insane Look up, I see a plane I eat weight and then I gain it Clarissa, I can't explain it I wax it and then I wane it Phone Home like I'm Little Wayne, bitch I say ‘bitch' but then I hate it I hate bread but then I ate it I love cheese and so I grate it I love food and so I plate it Love DRuGs I love getting faded But lately the world is jaded So (Sung, nah-nah) I stay sober—found a four leaf clover Frozen in October Alaska getting colder When they say it's over, I linger, Get closer I need more exposure Cause I am getting older This instagram is closure No selfies and no posers Close your—mouth please Lose your spouse please Because he took your house keys (Choking sounds, gasping for air) I need fucking therapy— A doctor who won't lock me up A friend who won't block me out for keeping up with my fitness Do you get this? No. You don't know. Nobody really understands my self destruction plan But I don't really ‘need' a man, Because I wrote “I am” And, “And.” And—this is my Land ‘This is our world This is our sand' (box) Thinking about getting dread Locks I don't need headphones I need Aux— ‘I want to hold your hand' Awwwwsss— Walks on the beach I am a beached whale I am a teacher I'm gonna set sail Build me a church and steeple and steal from the people So tax free so evil Evil knieval midevil I was trippin on shirts Avoiding them flirts, the worst Laying me down in a hearse I never rehearse Live my whole life in reverse— I'm Benjamin button It hurts-hurts The world is George Lucas's first, Work From something to nothin, It works, church From First and to Last Every verse, verse Somebody come help break this Curse curse Demons in my universe—verse Remember you asked who came first—first (Two times?) ...it was the egg. Go break a leg. I don't have to beg I'm going to Vegas. Bitch I'm gonna be famous Bitch I'm already A-List Bitch I'm friends with the greatest Sun and the Moon and the stars were my latest design ‘Bitch you look fine' I promise, I'm not Promises, promises Thought I forgot Hacked Maybe because I'm black Maybe because they thought I'd attack Maybe cause I'm stacked with knowledge—I acknowledge I wanna go back to college to polish it I don't know what to call this shit; Trying to be an activist but I legit don't have the time or a spare fucking dime Bus lines wasting my time Wrote the bus song on my own vibe I don't write songs all of the time, But when I do, I use blue and my ‘Do' frame of miiind. Gotta find the right sound pack Gotta get a new backpack Gotta be myself, that's whack I can't go back I can't take that Can't fake facts: I've been hacked For no reason, that's stupid I left right on time Apple reads minds now, Google makes plans now I hope google plans how to explain how they made me insane picking at my brain— Need my phone to get by, Need my GPS or I digress, I'll leave my fucking phone at home— Cause I can find north, of course—- West is the beach and this beached whale sprouted legs and they can Walk for miles and miles It might be awhile to apply my airline miles, But I got different styles or writing I'm sick of fighting with myself— Pull the trigger already “No, you've already written too much about such and such, so—that would expose those who only hope you turn up your nose and, put a gun down your throat” Oh. Started working on my suicide note, And I wrote about how, now, I can't even go around without the sound of the 3 people dragging me down in my stupid Little Head. Ū Mad ...why you mad? Hurt that bad? Nah man, U not my dad You not my boss U just mad U had me at “tell you what.” When worlds collide “Choclaaaate!!!” Got an hour and a half in Hollywood land Night didn't go as smoothly as I planned Don't need a man, I have it Don't need it man, Can't stand it, Can't even stand this planet I'm just gonna dance, bitch Dance bitch Dance bitch Dance (x3)—switch life in LALA land is Lalala-Land of the lost, Lost Lands; Everything costs Everyone wants to get lost in the sauce Everyone, everyone wanna be BOSS Everybody ignoring my weirdness Weird shit I guess I should have tried out the guest list Get this Get this useless Bag off my back Need no back pack I never took that I just book that Supa tight supa right I got mad hats Sober like Tober No drugs November Maybe December, Underground—timber I don't remember Anything I just need I just need I just need I just need ... Therapy ... Therapy ... Therapy I just need I just need I just need BASS. Sample: this dick ain't free Okay then I'm Savin the raven from playin Need a save haven Make me a maid, then Maybe a maiden Laid in Golden Togas— I'm supposed ta Love ya 10,000 hours I'm supposed to Love ya That's what my power is I have an hour glass figure Go figure Not fake Just hate this plated Armor. I need to drink water It's hotter in here than I thought mi cannot I cannot Love anyone Else right now. Sometimes, I just want to witness Happiness at best The rest is invested in Keeping protected my heart— That's a start. Left you in bed today I didn't want to play games You'll find me if you like me, likely And finally, we'll have the time To sing about these colors How many others are there? I don't care, I would swear by my colors Paint me colorblind. Lost my shine but I'll still try to find the light I won't turn of the lights But I'll turn a blind eye to My blue life Color me Color me Paint me in shades of green I am translucently Colorblind You can't find me Iridescence is the essence I'm Hiding inside me Protect. My. Heart. Welcome to the center of attention Did I mention I love this shit Did I mention I'm illegitimate Did you know, I'm an alien Can't you see I don't fit in People say i getting thin— Really, Fin—what world you in Jake the dog, wild frog— I meant toad, Let's move along. Easy peasy lemon squeezee Don't squeeze me Easy peasy lemon squeezee Don't tease me Easy peasy lemon squeezee No I'm not Easy peasy lemon— (Lemon x3) sample 30 rock I like Ben and Jerry's Break Fast Sample rent—la vie boheme— Huevos rancheros (x8) And maya Angelou (Lou—up to 1/32) Butters: lululu, I got some apples Apples (echo) [yeasss—] ...then it just rides out. SALA “I don't give a fuck about birthdays.” (Echo) “Cool, get the fuck out.” Clique it—ticket VIP boat? Man this shits dope Here take this rope and Hang with your little friends They're not you're friends tho, It's okay I will spend it by my self Happy Birthday 1500 down the drain Actually it's probably 17, but that don't mean a thing— Thanks Your shit stanks You're so nasty Eskimo —cause I watched be a hoe Girl you think I didn't know? Let it go—blow over, I've been sober BUS. Wait man, I need a ride— Never mind, I run in side Defied the laws of gravity, Let go of my pride I just died Oh— Pshycho— whose this to my side, though? I don't like how vibe though This silly dude can ride, tho Uh, oh—uh-oh Don't wanna go to the show I didn't do enough blow Did zero, cause Jon snow Uh—oh—uh—oh They gonna do surprise show Crowd: go go go go!! It's ok It's ok I'm just glad I came today 4-leaf clover Bun up the dance I just wanna Take a new chance I'm just fine, cause I know the answer This Is My Last Last. [“But first—“ Billy maize] No. Last. That's in my past. Auntie adriene: how was your music concert? ... ... .... ... / / / - ////////////////////////(1/32) Me: I had a blast. The bus song: Bus. At the end, a loud thud, air brakes and an “uff” Can't keep a secret Can't keep my mouth shut had to keep leaking Can't keep a friend I can trust I'm just— Fuck it, I'll adjust I'll just, admit I'm a misfit Probably should have spent that $85 two times; I live in certainty, right? So it'll all come back? So it'll all be bought? Likeness is what I attract, right? So that's right: I attracted the massive planet with glasses— Four more days fastin, could have turned me to ashes Flashes of time lines, Dancing in my mind I know it, I'm blind But faces? Just call me the mind's eye. Closed mine today, I don't mind, I— Codeswitching isn't my mind's mind I was just living by my time Apply the rules of blackness— “A closed mouth don't get fed” And a bad vibe don't get in bed with me— Attracted to honesty, sobriety— Someone who could keep an eye on me, but now I see you just brian's sidekick like I am to Annie— We should hook em up. They would probably fuck and end up on some, bad-mad-sad luck Oh what the fuck, I keep bringing it up? Probably shouldn't have treated me like a chump when I wished I could run against Donald Trump Needed a friend like old Humpty Dumpty but, Unfortunately he just wanted My humps. And Ciara isn't in the house. Heard someone was in the market for a spouse, You found it—not a mouse but obsessively lost pounds just so you wouldn't worry an ounce. Not a cougar, but pouncing and bouncing between options— Went skateboard shopping and lost it, could have spent a deposit, But I'm positive patience is the only tangible object I need. And I don't need medicine; I just need peace again, Occasionally, eat Asian— And maybe weed, now-and-then— I don't need more than one I just need me some sunny days, It's crazy I got all these plans, and, songs and words for days I can't escape it, not a phase I'm amazed, been writing since the second grade and I'm afraid I just stopped cause love popped off, Got popped and stopped from talking Had to move cause he was stalking Got too cold to keep on walking blocks—*stop*—(...) Wait, no, this is my song. Haha, I just got off on the wrong ... Stop. Spoken: god dammit...maybe I should put the bus song after this one. And they watched me be a pendulum For hours and hours I swung All This music stuck in my head All these hours stuck in my bed I can't get ahead That's what they all said And I, and I, and I I hear everything And I and I, Can hear you all saying it And I Shhh [I need to be alone with my thoughts.] Peace-Peace I need peace I need me like two of these Window shopping OMG kill me please (No just kidding) Wear these things (No just kidding) Dude I hate you (No just kidding) I'm just kidding See my earrings See my hearing Get bad I know it was That bad That's RAD (Sell more drugs) I don't want to (Give more hugs) I don't want to (That shit bugs) I get curled up in my rug And die >>> r.e.n.t. World of darkness World of fears Never you mind Find your way home You know your way home You own it Your part of the city is yours But the city is ours (At least for some hours) There's no really stopping it Life is like moving train, you're riding it And loving it Singing songs of love in your mind Release the demons you have And let go You're mine Don't clear your queue Just clear your mind (echo) Spoken: “Where do you see yourself in five years?” “...I don't.” Keep an open Keep an open Keep an open (...) Be here now Be here now Be here now Spoken: “I am” BedPunk (SupaCover) Sometimes I'm the Hillary of my social circle the unelected, the second best, and very honestly I'm a real fuckin' pushover. Goin' to bed at 10am has never felt better. I'm just a bed punk Savin up through my last winter... I keep in time with a job to scrape by, and that kind of thing. and I cry sometimes because I can't stand the wait, cause I'm leaving... The perfect love, the perfect way to have the same old habits, the same clichés Tortoise-shell glasses make me feel pretty famous, but you can't take 'em with you and ‘this is the end 'cause... Getting off at 8 AM has never felt better I'm just an adult looking forward to my next summer— Bot gunna miss no friends, Not gunna miss this town, below 0 degrees but I'll be back to rule the world if you vote for me. Sleepin' in till 10am has never felt better, we're just some bedpunks living as if it's always summer We won't keep in time or remember our lines when we try to sing, but we'll be back to rule the world when we find meaning in our suffering. BBW Sample: anaconda, end monologue) (Fuck them skinny bitches Fuck them skinny bitches Fuck-fuck-fuck Fuck them skinny bitches Fuck them skinny Fuck them Fuck Fuck fuck them skinny bitches Fuck them skinny bitches Fuck-fuck Fuck them skinny— (Drop dat a—) (crizzly) BIG DROP. (A$$—big Sean) TADAH (Womp Womp- SupaCreeMixx) LALA Land EP AGEN WIDA- Supacreemixx M Go off- mama said remix Barely Breathing- BLŪ Remix OLDSTEP Sun King/Here Comes The Sun (The Beatles, Love) –(SupaCreemix) I Got You Babe (Sonny & Cher) [SupaCreeMix] Love Shack [SupaCreeMix] Los Paranoias (SupaCreeMix) The Psycho's Path Lucky charms, Code of arms Car alarms, and Hershey's bars; Hershey's kisses, not your missus But I'll miss this… Bliss. Kiss me underneath the stars, I'm floating on my way to mars I'm counting all the passing cars (1, 2, 6—8) What did you hallucinate? Disintegrate me. Imitate me. People [Sample: That's So Raven; “People-people, please, please!!!” Work Sensory Overload FuckIt Recycled Culture Shock [Sample: My Generation, The Who] Back Up [Sample classic] If I Was A Boy (Beyonce) [Dupstep Remix, SupaCreeMix] Before He Cheats (Carrie Underwood) [SupaCreeMix] Cosmic Gate. Call To Arms [SupaCreeMix] Vroom [Sample: Ignitions—Old Mustang, New Mustang] This Is my ignition Don't need no permission This is my admission: I was there, you missed it. Attention Attention Attention Right—Lets's switch them. Expert, Attention— Ascension. (Whispered: Ascension) Alright—I'm listenin' Ex (pect) (Echo x8) Re (spect) (Echo x8) Givin it back (x8) It's a wreck. [Sample] ” In a wreck? Need A Check?” ALBUMS/EPS Turn3r Str33t -South Side NSC (Not SupaCree) M13P (MI Audition Tape) The Gorge [Part I/Part II (“Ous”)] I'm so tired, that I— Don't give a fuck no mo, I—don't give a fuck no mo, I—don't give a fuck no mo. So insomniatic and— I—don't give a fuck no mo, I—Can't live this life no mo, I—can't work no 8 to 4. I'm so tired, that I— I don't give a fuck no mo, I—Don't wanna work no mo— I—can't fuck wit folk no more. I'm so tired, that I— Cant take this life no more, I—can't be yo wife no more, Need money for the grocery store. I'm so tired (tired) I'm so tired (tired) I'm so tired (tired) —But yet I feel Inspired. (Whispered: “SupaCree”) *build up* Love/Money/Party/Lucy Love/Money/Party/Lucy Love/Money/Party/Lucy “Ain't nobody got time fo dat!” *DROP* I'm so tired that... [Losin it>>>transition into midnight hour>>> I bet your lil sister wanna look like me...] [raggaeton vibe] No Thing Oh no, Money no-ting No diamond ring, no-ting Not-a-thing Phone don't ring Don't mean no-ting Just denoting Don't need bling-bling. No money Not a ting, not a ting No money Not a ting, not a ting No money Not a ting, not a ting You a pretty thing Whatcha mean Pretty-ting-ting Ching-Ching-Ching Not a ting, not a ting Read iChing Real book, not a ting Sing-sing-sing Not a ting not a ting Not a ting Not a ting Not a ting Not a ting Album: The Synthesis 1. Synthesis -Soda Pressing -2 Times/Doubles -Knope -Full Senate -America The Miserable -45 -Hangry Howie's Everything about me, Is so stuck in this body It's oughtta be Apart of me Until I reach Infinity Can you excuse my lack of company Can you excuse my lack of me BACk To The Future: Cree . Shotgun 2. Falling Up 3. Goin' In (Skrillex Goin' Hard Mix) 4. Support OWSLA (Missing Lyrics) 5. Burial 6. Make Some Noise (Missing Lyrics) 7. Hotplate 8. Wild 9. Rebel (Trollphace Remix) (Missing Lyrics) 10. Rave weapon (Missing Lyrics) 11. Beatbox (Missing Lyrics) 12. Jaguar 13. Stand Up (Millo & Otis Remix) 14. Xtalk 15. Days to Come 16. Introvert (Missing Lyrics) 17. Ghosts In the Machine 18. Andrea 19. Saturn (GTA Remix) (Missing Lyrics) 20. Get Down Low (Silverback Remix) (Missing Lyrics) 21. Identity theft (Missing Lyrics) Festival Saga Multidimentional Characters (Characters which exist within multiple universes + realities) “Don't drop the--” -What did you *do* ?! -You dropped it, didn't you? -*deer in headlights* -FUCK. -I told you not to do it. Preliminary Soundtrack List Squad Out (Trailer: “Let The fuckin bass--DON'T.” (*L* 1. Festival Trip 2. The Epic Trip 3. Scary Monsters and SupaCree 4. Festival Trip excerpt C- yo. I cannot wait to get down to some Acid Blaster. S- acid blaster? c-ahh yeah, you never heard of acid blaster? S- ‍♀️ nope C- fucking lit. S-do you have to be on acid? C- not a requirement but implicitly preferable. S- Hm. C- have you seen— -Xxyyzz -BabyGravy -grinlge -scratch n sniff -feneglers -HOWDAREYOU -coldsauce -benadryl4breakfast -That Guy. -My Name's Not... -Control + Alt + Delete -Maybe Later -LSDemon (LOL) -STOP. -There! Right There! -Violent Pineapple -Sabrina The Teenaged Bitch -SoloHomo -5tet -BorGeoIs -TheNorthHole -Redd -Redd's Red -Poo -Best Case Scenario -Worst Case Scenario -I Dunno, Harry -Gosh -Toby (Or Not Toby) -The Why -Shoemantics -Name Me King -The Artist Formerly Known As Prints -Crispy Feet -¿ -Confucius Say -Ne(r)d. -Ne(r)d's Backyard Shenanigans (Rooftop BBQ/play on warehouse party) -Jeff -Jeffest -Space Canyon -Jeff's Wonderdome -Neckbrace for Nancy -TrashRat -Below&Beneath -Leggolas -Tommy Trombone -Ask Alice -Ms. Steak festival names: ¡Dizzaster! FlopTop Todayland Yesterworld Shalaham Epic Music Festival Ultimate Music Festival Atomic Jungle Oz Never-Everland UNH. Conch Shella Stank. Drop The Ball Hot Summer Life is Decent Underground Railroad Fuck Fest -Get Fucked -GFY Garden of Eden Oobooloo Dirty Little Secret Dark Daze Convalescence Album parodies Detention (They go back and forth—the DJ names get more ridiculous) ‘Wear More Kandi' (in the hotel room) Chava: you should probably wear more Kandi Sala: ehhh, nahhh—I'm like,.,I'm good, I think. Chava: uhhhh—you sure, dude? I know you're used to Utah but, this is kind of a big event. There's gonna be a lot of actual ravers, instead of, you know—Mormon girls with issues and undercover cops...with issues. Sala: yeaaaah, I know, I'm good. Chava: if you say so. Sala: yeah. Remember that time I started trippin out hard during Morty Mcflyy at SaltyFlat's, and I was wearing a bunch of Kandi— Chava: Oh, i remember. Sala: So, yeah. ‘Horchata' -Festival Trip Excerpt Chava looks decently confused. Sala slumps beside her. Chava: what is this. Sala: ...Horchata' Chava: Gross. It sounds worse than it tastes. Sala: *gasps* Chava: Tastes like Cinnamon Toast Crunch farts, coming out of a ghost. Sala: Thefuckever. Chava: Change my mind. Sala: Fuck you, bro-change your own mind—horchata's the shit. I fucking love horchata. [a passerby stops in his tracks, excitedly] Wooky guy: FUCKYEAH. HORCHATA IS MY LIFE! Sala: (To Chava) see— Wooky guy: I fucking love these guys, I've seen them over 27 times in the last YEAR. Sala: Oh... Chava: They've played 27 whole times? Wooky guy: (goes on rant, shows weird tattoo) horchata for LIFE!!! Oh my god, will you trade kandi with me?! Sala: Uhhhh. Chava deviously smiles. Festival Project A Film Saga by SupaCree Inspired by True Events | PEACE. LOVE. UNITY. RESPECT. | Lifelong friends navigate the infinitely incredible world of rave culture, journeying together (and sometimes, apart) into the PLUniveRse© in fantastical, philosophical, and third-eye-opening adventures--the likes of which have never been seen (or foretold.) Festival Project™ is a multi-genre, mystifying and magical cross-genre series, set against the backdrop of modern rave culture-- combined with historical and futuristic elements-- across expansions of space-and-time, unifying with The Universal Consciousness in a multidimensional and explorative ensemble of Films, Episodic Series, Music Videos, Extended Playlists, and Concept Albums. A perpetual symphony of artistic storytelling though a cavalcade of wonderful and whimsical characters along high-intensity, off-the-map adventures--showcased through Music, Film & Interactive Art Explorations--set upon the dreamlike actual reality of an unravelling fabric of time-and-space. Enter The Multiverse: Anything Is Possible. This explosive and expansive wave of enigmatic, chaos-colliding, charismatic [ and often comedic] kinetic energy, reflects a shared experience throughout all time in human connection; Journey beyond the unknown, to Worlds Within--and Without. Everything is Everything. Festival Trip- Two lifelong friends take a two-week-long trip across the country, to attend two major music festivals—one on the west coast (Among Aliens, in California), and one on the east (Ultimate Music Festival) The Epic Trip – After breaking up with both her ex-fiance and her best friend, a depressed and anxious Chava decides to take a last-minute trip to another one of her bucket list destinations: The Epic Music Festival in Las Vegas, Nevada. F*ckFest: The Origins (Prequel) 21-year-old Chava Hoffs, a longtime raver and lover of all things dance culture, finally convinces her bar-scene best friend to accompany her to a regional event in her area, ‘F*ckfest', Sala's first ever festival/rave where—to both her and Chava's surprise, she connects with other longtime friends she had no idea were immersed into the culture. Sala, having been “rave-retired” since entering her first serious relationship, becomes overly-excited and branches off on her own, reconnecting with her true self after spending too long in her own shell—she discovers her love for an up-and-coming new artist (‘Shluggy') who magnetizes her with a newly-created sound (‘PukeRock'—a play on “VomitStep”) Vibes [Mini Series]- A sequel-in-installments to the shenanigans following F*ckfest, where Chava returns to visit Sala and return to ‘one of her favorite venues', which now hosts Festival Trip II- After reconciling, Chava and Sala unite again to journey to uncharted territories—after Chava is invited along as a journalist to cover artists belonging to an up-and-coming record label based in Alaska, she invites Sala as a tag-along, knowing that her “weird hoe-magic” will attract—as always—even more interesting personalities and circumstances than she could dream to on her own. Chava Hoffs Sala Emillio Gunther Ross- The more than interesting circus-act of a plug/one of Sala's romantic interests, who just happens to be in the same place at the same time, once Sala and Chava arrive in California. Solomon Dominguez- Chava's “homie-lover-friend”, a DC native transplanted to LA who hustles and bustles the 3-job life to live the California dream—a surprisingly dedicated and loyal friend to Chava, who considers him the “king of fuckboys”—which, is not entirely untrue. Johnny McEntire- An eclectic and friendly photographer who stumbles upon Sala during a vulnerable moment—a sweet, humble, and vibrant personality, Chava mostly dismisses him as just another victim of Sala's constantly-inconstant romantic gestures and affiliations. Grace Williams (Chava's Super-Christian (but very sweet) Aunt) Billy Williams- Chava's very dorky, southern Baptist uncle who can't help but throw in a (praise-jesus) Krista DeVaunte- Bride-To-Be—Noah's Fiance Noah Williams- Chava's Cousin, the groom to be Naomi Williams- Chava's salty Cousin, and freinemy since birth—Noah's younger sister Sonny Johnson— Chava's ex-fiance Dustin Roberts—Sala's ex-boyfriend Juan Manuel Jose Melendez Gutierrez-Rodriguez—Sala's current boyfriend, with whom she lives & works with. Running Jokes: Speaking Spanish with a Mandarin-inflenced dialect—speaking/yelling in awful Spanish-soundingMandarin—speaking “Mandarish” or “Spandarin” Every time Chava mentions Sonny (her ex), Sala interjects with “Fuck Sonny!” Cop Jokes (due to Chava's occupation) ACT I- The Wedding Bashers/It's Festival Season “Save-The-Date” Inciting Incident—Plans to attend a destination wedding that Chava and her lifelong long distance best friend Sala, have been planning for almost a year are abruptly halted when Chava learns via a very eventful facetime call (‘Meet The Williams') that her +1 invitation had apparently only applied to her now-ex-fiance [whom her stuck-up family adored because of his abhorrent Christianity], and that the bride-to-be would not allow Sala to take his place on the guest list—as her vivid memories of Sala from Chava's engagement party are severly grotesque. Flashback: Chava + Sonny's engagement party. Chava: Yeah dude, they got all, mad-butthurt that I was bringing you instead of Sonny. Sala: Fuck Sonny! A remote, unnamed city in the Alaskan Arctic Circle. It is severely cold, even visually so. Ch ACT II- Sunny California ACT III- Sunny Florida Deathwish—s a series about a woman who makes a death wish—but the stakes are raised wen all her wildest dreams come true, and death lurks just around the corner at every turn. M A collection of silent films, by SupaCree Enter: world of music In the scene where random racers find Sala's backpack in the parking lot, debut Rave Dora [Backpack SupaCreeMix] “I'm a backpack loaded up with things and Knick-knacks too—anything that you might need, I got inside for you...” Festival Trip One-Lines Keep up, Kassandra Hold Up, Heather Be back, Becky Back up, Barbra Shut up, Susan/ Shut Up Sandra/ Shut Up Sharon Sit Down, Sally Chill, Chelsea Cheer Up, Charlie (a reference to Willy Wonka) Get out my biz, Liz Chava: dude, your energy is killing me. Sala: So. Chava: Soo, fix it, bro—we have a lot to cover today. S'day one. Sala: Day 1 of rave 2, I'm over it. Chava: Well, I'm not so get some hype in you. Sala: ughhh. Chava: come on, man. I'm tryna see Cow Turds. Sala: you're engaged to one. Chava: shut the fuck up and drink. Here, I'll have one with you. Light therapy Frequencies Vibrationally energizing Body waves are Paralyzing Lines of Broken harmonies Inside of me. Crying on the clock; Rocking back and forth Stocking full of coal Greetings from the North Pole If Santa Clause is real Maybe we can make a deal; If my heart is made of steel You can't steal it—I can feel it Winter is here The world is money hungry (So am I) The world is simply starving (So am I) The world is so alarming (So am I) The world is just evolving. (So I am.) Cause I've been going crazy Stuck inside myself And I've been feeling lazy Just beside myself And I've been thinking lately That just maybe, someday maybe I'll be It's all connected— The reason we disconnect Is we're neglected I wonder what you'd expect You can't express it Just repress it. Repression syndrome— Came up too fast; Compression syndrome Suck it in Suck it up, You stupid fuck Dive deeper Ū (EP) 1. Thank U 2. I'm Sorry 3. I Love U 4. I miss U I like your vibe Come join my squad Curiosity killed the cat Carbohydrates killed the queen Don't cry “I'll try...” 50 Shades of Blu Don't pick up the phone Don't pick up the phone Don't pick up the phone Don't pick up the phone And here you are: 8 years later, With a baby on your back and— Bills to pay You have to decide (What the fuck) what the world is all about today. Don't want to be Cree For a really long time I just need I just need I just need a whole mind I was me the whole time I never left And yet There I was—looking at myself from above, All the love in the world; Just a lonely little girl Trapped in her Head Never got out of bed, that day: But I went away somewhere, And there I was—looking at myself from above, All the love in the world, Just a lonely little girl Trapped in her Head And I said, “why are you waking me up?” But I wasn't asleep— I just wanted to fuck And sometimes, it's too much Too much is, never enough I've never been in love (with me) But I've always been in love (with you) And if you had seen it It wouldn't have been the death of me. Deeper I'll go: Deeper to find How I crossed white lines To become Colorblind How did you find me, here My deer? How did you know Where to go? How did you know, I would Follow you there, Once you finally showed me the road? I've seen both the frog, and the toad; You've already left me exposed, And I'm frozen in time Just to find Just to find Paradise— I tried. But love is a blind bat, Diving into a vat of Darkness; a hat is only a hat, If only there was more— And there is. There always is more— You just have to live more, And once you've been through the cycles, you could be Recycled. Ruined. Rebuilt. Guilt is only ever, Created after pleasure... With immense imploding pressure - [ ] You were born EP-GA [2K19] Mother Earth and Father Time are Making love right By the fire You are motion— I am sickness I am goddess; Be my witness. And I'll probably run for President— Just like I tend to run from everything; not because I want to do it, but because I have to... And just as I run from everything, I run to everything— As is the vicious cycle of life, unrepeated. I should have seen it coming, when he kicked my puppy—I didn't, but my mother did, and it might have been the same day. If not, it was definitely on the same porch—the same porch where...my adolescence began, and ended. There is no cure When your spirit is broken There is no cure—when you suffer in silence There is no cure— When you've seen all the violence It's only you. Breadcrumbs— I'm not dumb, I'm just muted. The dragon I'm chasing is me, And I just... Set the world on fire— I just—need to— I just—adjust. Translucent and transparent I am the thing that happens when you Parent your own parents. And I just... I been waking up randomly, Panicking— Wishing I was dancing In the moonlight I'm vanishing without a trace And maybe I just hate this place, Maybe I'm just displaced I hate this I been waking up randomly Filling the void Avoiding my eyes in reflections I fell in love at a festival She came to dance, she was solo oh-oh ...took my hand, said let's go- oh—oh-oh She didn't care She didn't care I'm a tax write-off I'm a meal ticket I'm a grasshopper; Or maybe, a cricket— Ricochet rabbit Why am I like this? “Why do you fight this?” I was not invited to mingle This ‘tingle' I get is more than A threat—I regretted, The moments I never forget The secrets you keep The stories you never will tell— This is hell, you're not dreaming It's only a nightmare. Too much to think about So I don't Dissociative, I associate everything Within—without I reflect everything I've been about, Stuck beside myself I am just a clone, A lone shadow of my Own All alone, and— I never planned to leave this planet But I have. You're out of my league Out of my league Why can't you see that It's so hard to be Paying the price for this Quarter-life crisis I don't mean to write this So bad, but I can't trust myself anymore I can't trust this world anymore Life is just Too complicated I'm jaded—I'm faded out Phased out, going about in this Town like I'm drowning in Insecurity Or rather, a diamond in the rough I've got enough stuff I just need love. You're out of my league I can see that I can't be that, thing What you want is perfection I just like who you are and thats— Never enough. I have nothing but love to give, love So forgive this: I didn't think I'd live this long But I was wrong And it was longer than I thought Ago Life is just Too complicated I'm jaded—I'm faded out Phased out, going about in this Town like I'm drowning in Insecurity Do you wanna know what it's like to be lonely like me I can tell you better than show you Once I get to know you good luck AMNESIA NOTES Miami Wade Crystal Brooks Donder (Donny) “we'll just call you Donny” “Why?” Uhhh...Because...we found you in the woods. “What?” “You know, like—the wild thornberrys” “Sounds tasty” “Uhhh—wasn't Donny found in the Jungle” “Uhhh—isn't the jungle just a denser version of the woods?” “I guess. It's like an earth-remix” “What's a remix?” Miami wells up—Crystal jumps up excitedly “Awwwwri And I've been stuck on Abbot Kinney, Thinking about Will Rodgers and Thinking that I'm a dodgers fan— But I'm not, I just like crowds. And LA makes me proud Of everything I need to be: And if the world were watching me She'd think she was herself. I was never sleeping, I'm just here And I was never reading, I just Put the bookmark where I left off... I could drift off into, The taste of ink And as it dries in my palm— I know it won't take long until I'm Drifting back into—sifting back into Space—grains of sand. You'll know when you've reached the promised land. Hello, Good Friend: ‘It's time to fall in love...with yourself.' A 20-something's imaginary friend returns, a decade after disappearing, just as she finds herself on the brink of ‘real adulthood', and has settled into the mundane and mediocre—as he leads her on a journey of self-discovery, she internally struggles with whether to tell her therapist—after deciding (or rather, being convinced) she shouldn't, she begins a desperate search for answers in what seems like a downward spiral into (ends with: Fear of the Water, as he dissappears and fades away into stardust and she is left alone with all of the artwork he helped her create.) A group of friends decide to form their own society after discovering an “uncharted” island—what they don't know [understand] is that the world government is observing at every angle—and as their population increases, they struggle as the popularity of their culture and lifestyle explode— Craig's world- an ensemble about the good old days of craigslist The world has the most to learn from its elders and it's youth—fever disrespect the sometimes even subtle wisdom of a child or your elders. A1 (Lost in the Sauce) Break beats Ruffneck Bass: That's what I like in my face Drop that shit, don't make me wait Make me dance off all this waste I like chocolate, give me cake Wednesday mornin' wake-n-bake Star Jones—Oprah—Ricky lake Which is real and which is fake? Pick the right one, no mistake River—ocean—crater lake White girl: “can I touch your hair? Is it fake??” Out of order— Order steak. [ Sample: The Epic Trip] [interlude- two friends at a festival//a phone call] “Where the fuck are you?” “I can't hear you!” “Hello?” “BRO. Where are you?” “I'm by the—WAIT—hello?!” “WHAT? ” “HELLO?” [the call drops] “Yo. Where the fuck is she?” “I don't know man, probably lost in the sauce...” Sample Lost In The jungle//Kendrick Boo Boo Friends that say that they “gotchu” and then don't Ain't your friends— they're enemies Keep them close Nobody gives a fuck about you— Except you— Remember that. And if you can't remember Make a habit of forgetting Cause you're just another member of society With social anxiety Your sense of propriety Probably shouldn't be Anything I'd give anything Just to take back all my fucks Put them in a bucket, Throw it over my shoulder And wish the world “Good fucking luck” I'm so done with it This is the last chance you get So have fun with it There's no pleasure, no smiles— No love in it I'm just driving for miles Above the shit. Amnesia: Three girls at a camping festival find an incapacitated man in the woods and take him back to their campsite for safety—when one of the girls discovers that she recognizes the mysterious man, actually a headliner at the festival they're attending—two of the girls keep it a secret from their friend who would certainly take advantage of the situation. When he awakens, he has no memory of himself—and so a journey begins: a test of friendship, and a race against the clock. Shane Miami Crystal “*giggles* what's a rave?” Miami (takes a deep breath) Crystal (facepalms her C-Is Giving drugs to somebody with amnesia bad? M-I don't know what's bad for amnesia S-Well maybe, it's not giving it to him that would be bad—like, they were already in his system, probably wouldn't he go like, into withdraw or something. You're probably right S-(I'm probably not) Transitions- Silent Film/EP Kandi moves to a new city from far, far away—and finds herself lost trying to find her own vibe. ❤️ 1. The Bus Song 2. Pretty Girls (SupaCreeMixx) 3. DOD (Phoenixx remix) “Holy infected fuck!” [thats my vibe right now] North Star After an EMP attack, an unlikely leader becomes a guide to a group of survivors to find the way northward to Alaska. Festival Trip Chava Hoffs- A Voluptuous Dark-Skinned Alaska Native-Black Mixed fashionista who (to her disdain) earns a living as a correctional officer in a juvenile detention facility in Arctic Alaska, daydreaming her long nights away and stacking her money, saving up for an escape to someplace warm and sunny. She is bright and quick-witted, but sometimes awkward—truly a ball of energy, whether good or bad. Sala Emilio (Stax) A tall, olive skinned hottie from Utah of Native American and Mexican decent who works as head chef in a gourmet Chinese food restaurant—a phenomenally functional alcoholic with a free spirit, questionable morals, good values, a loving heart—and a dry sense of humor. Childhood best friends with Chava, I hope you're okay with the character I based off you. I'm not going to copy the story exactly (cause it's a movie, duh) so—I came up with the story that your character runs the kitchen of a classy gourmet 5-Star Chinese restaurant in Utah that has an all-Mexican staff of mostly illegals; my character is a CO at a youth correctional facility in remote Alaska—I felt like those two extremes would play funnier on camera than to replicate our actual situations. I also made them not parents, because I would rather take the whole issue of parenting and raving into a completely separate film idea, I'm thinking of calling it Festival Project A Film Saga by SupaCree Inspired by True Events Festival Trip- Two lifelong friends take a two-week-long trip across the country, to attend two major music festivals—one on the west coast (Among Aliens, in California), and one on the east (Ultimate Music Festival) The Epic Trip – After breaking up with both her ex-fiance and her best friend, a depressed and anxious Chava decides to take a last-minute trip to another one of her bucket list destinations: The Epic Music Festival in Las Vegas, Nevada. F*ckFest: The Origins (Prequel) 21-year-old Chava Hoffs, a longtime raver and lover of all things dance culture, finally convinces her bar-scene best friend to accompany her to a regional event in her area, ‘F*ckfest', Sala's first ever festival/rave where—to both her and Chava's surprise, she connects with other longtime friends she had no idea were immersed into the culture. Sala, having been “rave-retired” since entering her first serious relationship, becomes overly-excited and branches off on her own, reconnecting with her true self after spending too long in her own shell—she discovers her love for an up-and-coming new artist (‘Shluggy') who magnetizes her with a newly-created sound (‘PukeRock'—a play on “VomitStep”) Vibes [Mini Series]- A sequel-in-installments to the shenanigans following F*ckfest, where Chava returns to visit Sala and return to ‘one of her favorite venues', which now hosts Festival Trip II- After reconciling, Chava and Sala unite again to journey to uncharted territories—after Chava is invited along as a journalist to cover artists belonging to an up-and-coming record label based in Alaska, she invites Sala as a tag-along, knowing that her “weird hoe-magic” will attract—as always—even more interesting personalities and circumstances than she could dream to on her own. Chava Hoffs Sala Emillio Gunther Ross- The more than interesting circus-act of a plug/one of Sala's romantic interests, who just happens to be in the same place at the same time, once Sala and Chava arrive in California. Solomon Dominguez- Chava's “homie-lover-friend”, a DC native transplanted to LA who hustles and bustles the 3-job life to live the California dream—a surprisingly dedicated and loyal friend to Chava, who considers him the “king of fuckboys”—which, is not entirely untrue. Johnny McEntire- An eclectic and friendly photographer who stumbles upon Sala during a vulnerable moment—a sweet, humble, and vibrant personality, Chava mostly dismisses him as just another victim of Sala's constantly-inconstant romantic gestures and affiliations. Grace Williams (Chava's Super-Christian (but very sweet) Aunt) Billy Williams- Chava's very dorky, southern Baptist uncle who can't help but throw in a (praise-jesus) Krista DeVaunte- Bride-To-Be—Noah's Fiance Noah Williams- Chava's Cousin, the groom to be Naomi Williams- Chava's salty Cousin, and freinemy since birth—Noah's younger sister Sonny Johnson— Chava's ex-fiance Dustin Roberts—Sala's ex-boyfriend Juan Manuel Jose Melendez Gutierrez-Rodriguez—Sala's current boyfriend, with whom she lives & works with. Running Jokes: Speaking Spanish with a Mandarin-inflenced dialect—speaking/yelling in awful Spanish-soundingMandarin—speaking “Mandarish” or “Spandarin” Every time Chava mentions Sonny (her ex), Sala interjects with “Fuck Sonny!” Cop Jokes (due to Chava's occupation) ACT I- The Wedding Bashers/It's Festival Season “Save-The-Date” Inciting Incident—Plans to attend a destination wedding that Chava and her lifelong long distance best friend Sala, have been planning for almost a year are abruptly halted when Chava learns via a very eventful facetime call (‘Meet The Williams') that her +1 invitation had apparently only applied to her now-ex-fiance [whom her stuck-up family adored because of his abhorrent Christianity], and that the bride-to-be would not allow Sala to take his place on the guest list—as her vivid memories of Sala from Chava's engagement party are severly grotesque. Flashback: Chava + Sonny's engagement party. Chava: Yeah dude, they got all, mad-butthurt that I was bringing you instead of Sonny. Sala: Fuck Sonny! A remote, unnamed city in the Alaskan Arctic Circle. It is severely cold, even visually so. Ch ACT II- Sunny California ACT III- Sunny Florida Excerpt- Festival Trip I As chava blasts away, Sala and Johnny laugh hysterically Sala: Dat ass tho! Their laughter fades in the distance as she speeds up, other onlookers also commenting about her ass, as she blows past a group of men in black, she turns a man's head as she catches his attention. Man: Daaaaaamn. 3.31.19 —Later— The same man from earlier looks out the window of his high rise penthouse suite, across from Chava's hotel—and sees Chava levitating—he pauses, looks around, and raises his eyebrows, drunkenly and assumingly otherwise intoxicated in his appearance. Man: Daaaaamn. Chava is freaking out, remaining motionless as she floats above the bed—she looks out the side of her peripheral, afraid to move—looking up at the ceiling, her eyes widen. She blinks, and takes a deep breath. He questions what he is seeing, as he pours himself a drink. 4.1.2019 As Chava dances through the crowds, she connects and trades Kandi, moving to the beat with intricate motion and flare—people are loving her (a musical dance number)—from backstage, a man pouts and purses his lips, wondering why she is familiar—he is momentarily lost in thought, as he gazes at her and the crowd. Man: (under his breath) Daaamn... Lackey: c'mon man, let's get the fuck out of here Man: But— Lackey: don't worry, you know there's gon' be hoes at the spot. Man: ...but look at her viiibe...and that ass tho—damn! Lackey: eehhhh. You wanna ass, I got a specific folder in my contacts titled “fat ass” with 300 bitches in it— Man: *women* Lackey: whatever—look—I could get you an ass twice as fat, on a dime twice as fine—in 10 minutes flat. Man: (eyes shining, like domo) but look at her aura... Lackey: —I think I got an Aurora in here Man: No, like— Lackey: (pulling at him) let's *go*, the fuck is you trippin..? His eyes won't move away, but he is led by the lackey by his arm, confusededly pouting as he is dragged along. Man: Damn. He feels like he knows her. Cut back to: CHAVA'S ENTRY DANCE scene Under the mask A superstar DJ and his best friend embark on a series of festivals under cover as non-celebrity citizens “Rule one 1: never take your mask off” Excerpt- Festival Trip I As chava blasts away, Sala and Johnny laugh hysterically Sala: Dat ass tho! Their laughter fades in the distance as she speeds up, other onlookers also commenting about her ass, as she blows past a group of men in black, she turns a man's head as she catches his attention. Man: Daaaaaamn. 3.31.19 —Later— The same man from earlier looks out the window of his high rise penthouse suite, across from Chava's hotel—and sees Chava levitating—he pauses, looks around, and raises his eyebrows, drunkenly and assumingly otherwise intoxicated in his appearance. Man: Daaaaamn. Chava is freaking out, remaining motionless as she floats above the bed—she looks out the side of her peripheral, afraid to move—looking up at the ceiling, her eyes widen. She blinks, and takes a deep breath. He questions what he is seeing, as he pours himself a drink. 4.1.2019 As Chava dances through the crowds, she connects and trades Kandi, moving to the beat with intricate motion and flare—people are loving her (a musical dance number)—from backstage, a man pouts and purses his lips, wondering why she is familiar—he is momentarily lost in thought, as he gazes at her and the crowd. Man: (under his breath) Daaamn... Lackey: c'mon man, let's get the fuck out of here Man: But— Lackey: don't worry, you know there's gon' be hoes at the spot. Man: ...but look at her viiibe...and that ass tho—damn! Lackey: eehhhh. You wanna ass, I got a specific folder in my contacts titled “fat ass” with 300 bitches in it— Man: *women* Lackey: whatever—look—I could get you an ass twice as fat, on a dime twice as fine—in 10 minutes flat. Man: (eyes shining, like domo) but look at her aura... Lackey: —I think I got an Aurora in here Man: No, like— Lackey: (pulling at him) let's *go*, the fuck is you trippin..? His eyes won't move away, but he is led by the lackey by his arm, confusededly pouting as he is dragged along. Man: Damn. He feels like he knows her. Cut back to: CHAVA'S ENTRY DANCE scene Festival Project A Film Saga by SupaCree Inspired by True Events Festival Trip- Two lifelong friends take a two-week-long trip across the country, to attend two major music festivals—one on the west coast (Among Aliens, in California), and one on the east (Ultimate Music Festival) The Epic Trip – After breaking up with both her ex-fiance and her best friend, a depressed and anxious Chava decides to take a last-minute trip to another one of her bucket list destinations: The Epic Music Festival in Las Vegas, Nevada. F*ckFest: The Origins (Prequel) 21-year-old Chava Hoffs, a longtime raver and lover of all things dance culture, finally convinces her bar-scene best friend to accompany her to a regional event in her area, ‘F*ckfest', Sala's first ever festival/rave where—to both her and Chava's surprise, she connects with other longtime friends she had no idea were immersed into the culture. Chava, having been “rave-retired” since entering her first serious relationship, becomes overly-excited and branches off on her own, reconnecting with her true self after spending too long in her own shell—she discovers her love for an up-and-coming new artist (‘Shluggy') who magnetizes her with a newly-created sound (‘PukeRock'—a play on “VomitStep”) Vibes [Mini Series]- A sequel-in-installments to the shenanigans following F*ckfest, where Chava returns to visit Sala and her friends, to journey back to to ‘one of her favorite venues'—which now hosts V1brati0n—Utah's biggest dance music festival. As all the characters make their way to their favorite sets, separating, grouping-off, and pairing-up along the way—each episode details the story of each one's journey into the festival—and eventually, back to each other as the festival comes to a close. Festival Trip II- After reconciling, Chava and Sala unite again to journey to uncharted territories—after Chava is invited along as a journalist to cover artists belonging to an up-and-coming record label based in Alaska, she invites Sala as a tag-along, knowing that her “weird hoe-magic” will attract—as always—even more interesting personalities and circumstances than she could dream to on her own. Yin-and-Yang reunite. Chava Hoffs- A Voluptuous Dark-Skinned Alaska Native-Black Mixed fashionista who (to her disdain) earns a living as a correctional officer in a juvenile detention facility in Arctic Alaska, daydreaming her long nights away and stacking her money, saving up for an escape to someplace warm and sunny. She is bright and quick-witted, but sometimes awkward—truly a ball of energy, whether good or bad. (“Chava like Lava—and when she volcano? BOOM.”) Through trial-and-error, she discovers herself on a path of enlightenment—her strong intuition guiding her through trial and tribulation. Sala Mae Emilio (Stax) A tall, olive skinned hottie from Utah of Native American and Mexican descent, who works as head chef in a five-star gourmet Chinese food restaurant—a phenomenally functional alcoholic with a free spirit, questionable morals, good values, a loving heart—and a dry sense of humor. Childhood best friends with Chava, she serves as an uncuttable heartstring for Chava throughout the test of time. Gunther Ross- The more than interesting circus-act of a plug/one of Sala's romantic interests, who just happens to be in the same place at the same time, once Sala and Chava arrive in California. Solomon Dominguez- Chava's “homie-lover-friend”, a DC native transplanted to LA who hustles and bustles the 3-job life to live the California dream—a surprisingly dedicated and loyal friend to Chava, who considers him the “king of fuckboys”—which, is not entirely untrue, being that his life goal is to “become a real Ninja.” Johnny McEntire- An eclectic and friendly photographer who stumbles upon Sala during a vulnerable-yet-crucial moment—a sweet, humble, and vibrant personality, Chava mostly dismisses him as just another victim of Sala's constantly-inconstant romantic gestures and affiliations. Grace Williams (Chava's Super-Christian (but very sweet) Aunt) Billy Williams- Chava's very dorky, super-quirky, southern Baptist uncle who can't help but throw in a “praise-Jesus” or interject with “halleluiah” Krista DeVaunte- Bride-To-Be—Noah's Fiance A light-skinned, freckled and green-eyed debutant whose “gingerness is contradictory to her blackness” Noah Williams- Chava's Cousin, the groom to be Naomi Williams- Chava's salty Cousin, and freinemy since birth—Noah's younger sister Sonny Johnson— Chava's ex-fiance Dustin Roberts—Sala's ex-boyfriend Juan Manuel Jose Melendez Gutierrez-Rodriguez—Sala's current boyfriend, with whom she lives & works with; A Mexican immigrant with ‘grown-ass kids', Juan is a ‘machismo' who prides himself on working hard, and claiming Sala as his young, hot wanna-be step mom. Running Jokes: Speaking Spanish with a Mandarin-inflenced dialect—speaking/yelling in awful Spanish-sounding Mandarin—speaking “Mandarish” or “Spandarin” Every time Chava mentions Sonny (her ex), Sala interjects with “Fuck Sonny!” Cop Jokes (due to Chava's occupation) D*ck jokes ACT I- The Wedding Bashers/It's Festival Season “Save-The-Date” Inciting Incident—Plans to attend a destination wedding that Chava and her lifelong long distance best friend Sala, have been planning for almost a year are abruptly halted when Chava learns via a very eventful facetime call (‘Meet The Williams') that her +1 invitation had apparently only applied to her now-ex-fiance [whom her stuck-up family adored because of his abhorrent Christianity], and that the bride-to-be would not allow Sala to take his place on the guest list—as her vivid memories of Sala from Chava's engagement party are severly grotesque. Flashback: Chava + Sonny's engagement party. Chava: Yeah dude, they got all, mad-butthurt that I was bringing you instead of Sonny. Sala: Fuck Sonny! A remote, unnamed city in the Alaskan Arctic Circle. It is severely cold, even visually so. Ch ACT II- Sunny California ACT III- Sunny Florida Festival Trip is a Film and Television saga that offers a new perspective on the ever-changing and recently popularized culture of dance music; it touches on the history of the culture as a whole, as well as a variety of other societal issues this generation faces—friendship, connectivity, communication—the dawn of social media, America's education system and justice system, immigration, and emerging mental health and drug crisis—while also taking a look at a history of counter culture as a derivative of the rapidly evolving technology of today's society. Through its characters and storylines, we dive deeply into a conglomerate of generational growth and exponentially educational topics, lightheartedly Festival Trip Tagline: Two Friends. Two Weeks. Two Festivals—One World. The Epic Trip Tagline: Girl, Meet World. First Fest (Prequel) Chava is a teenager in a bit of a pickle, whose unlikely plug Christopher B. Dickenson (and coincidentally, best friend) picks her up at random from her lonely dormitory [where she tends to seclude herself] and takes her on a wild adventure to her first underground warehouse event, where she gets her first taste of the “wubs she lubs”—and her first glance of who is sure to become her favorite artist of all time—and later, the King of Dance modern American dance music, Sun(dot)Moon. Dave: So...let me get this straight… [Chava expressionlessly looks to him, with astute confidence.] Dave: [sighs heavily] You want...all of the vacation time you've accumulated over the last year...at once. Chava: [stoically] Yes. [He pauses to think, searching for his response.] Dave: ...I…[sighs again, more heavenly]...that's a lot of time off. Chava: [monotonously] It is. Dave: We're short-staffed as it is. Chava: Yep. Dave: ...What if I say ‘no'? Chava: You can't. [He purses his lips and squints at her, as if to say “I can't??”, She matches his expression very matter of factly--she is right.] Chava Cont'd: ...Policy. Dave: (rolling his eyes, skimming the paperwork and the calendar on his desk) Please. What do you know about ‘company policy'? Chava: You made me read the employee handbook three times my first week. Dave: What? And you actually did it??? Chava: I did. Dave: No you didn't. Chava: Three times. Dave: Fuck me. Chava: Inappropriate. Dave: I'll show you inappropriate. [Chava stares at him blankly. Her dryness deflates him, his eyes widen, contemplating-- He sighs again, mumbling just over his breath as he reads her submission aloud to himself.'] Dave: ‘...for the wedding of a close family member...dates specified…'yadayadayyadah --You need two weeks off for a wedding? What kind of wedding is this, anyway? Chava: A ‘destination' wedding. Dave: Psh. What's the destination--outer space? (Chava's thoughts: I wish.) Chava: ...Mexico. Dave: [makes a ‘yeesh' face] Outer space might be safer. Chava: Though, not as cheap. Dave: Smartass. Chava: Hardly, sir--I work here. Dave: Do you? Chava: As long as you approve my paperwork. Dave: How do I know that this isn't your clever way of accumulating your PTO for a nice fat paycheck and leaving us all in the dust? Chava: What dust? It's -55 degrees outside. [He looks at her flatly.] Dave: … Chava: ... Dave: (whinily)...Two weeks? [Chava nods.] Dave (Cont'd): [sighs] ...and you're coming back…? [Chava squints at him questionably.] Dave (cont'd): _______________________________________________________________________ Chava: Yo, it's official--I just got the vacation time approved: We going to mexico. Sala: !Viva Mexico! Chava: Correct. Sala: Ahhh, yesss bro, I'm so excited. Chava: Same. My boss almost flipped a shit I'm taking so much time off. Sala: You need some time off dude, you work too much. Chava: Agreed--I haven't even taken a day off in like, a year. Sala: Brooo-- [Chava's phone alerts her of an incoming FaceTime.] Chava: Oh, shit bro! It's my cousin. He's probably calling about the RSVP. Hit you back? Sala: Word. [Chava switches to FaceTime; Her Aunt Mildred 1: Wait, do you hate me, or do you hate yourself? 2: I hate the both of us enough No opacity Magnanimous aucadity Filled to capacity, Emancipated, slated catastrophe, Actually Turn a blind golden eye; “Did I do that?” True that, It was you that, Knew that-- Who would do that? Threw a shoe at the phone line Phone home time Festival Trip List of Fictional DJ's/Character List by Name/Concept Favorites: Jeff. (Excision) Ne(r)d (Dillon Francis--Dillon Frances ((alternate dimension () ) [pronounced NED “the ‘r' is silent'] Shluggy (Snails) Acid Blaster/LSDemon (LSDream) UNH. (Rusko) Devil's Lettuce (Ganja White Night) Kalvin Kaine (Carl Cox) Tommy Trombone (Timmy Trumpet) OGs CorpseRat (Deadmau5) Asian Jesus (Steve Aoki) Morty McFlyy (Martin Garrix) Voltage (Carnage) Abracadabra! (Tiesto) Newbies CoolWhip (Whipped Cream) “, said This Guy. (Said The Sky) Groups Festival Trip excerpt C- yo. I cannot wait to get down to some Acid Blaster. S- acid blaster? c-ahh yeah, you never heard of acid blaster? S- ‍♀️ nope C- fucking lit. S-do you have to be on acid? C- not a requirement but implicitly preferable. S- Hm. C- have you seen— -grinlge -scratch n sniff -feneglers -HOWDAREYOU -coldsauce -benadryl4breakfast -That Guy. -My Name's Not... -Control + Alt + Delete -Maybe Later -LSDemon -STOP. -There! Right There. -Violent Pineapple -Sabrina The Teenaged Bitch -SoloHomo -5tet -BorGeoIs -TheNorthHole -Redd -Redd's Red -Poo -Best Case Scenario -Worst Case Scenario - I Dunno, Harry - Gosh - Toby - The Why - Shoemantics - Name Me King - The Artist Formerly Known As Prints - Crispy Feet - ¿ - Confucius Say - Ne(r)d. (Dillon Francis) -Jeff (Excision) -Jeffest -Space Canyon -Jeff's Wonderdome -Neckbrace for Nancy -TrashRat -Below&Beneath (Above and Beyond) -Leggolas (Armin Van Buren) -Tommy Trombone -Ask Alice (Allison Wonderland) -BoiToy -DrippTipp festival names: ¡Dizzaster! FlopTop Todayland Yesterworld Shalaham Epic Music Festival Ultimate Music Festival Atomic Jungle Oz Never-Everland UNH. Conch Shella Stank. Drop The Ball Hot Summer Life is Decent Underground Railroad Fuck Fest -Get Fucked -GFY Garden of Eden (They go back and forth—the DJ names get more ridiculous) Get Out My Face, Jace! “BRICKS” Chava: ...so… Sala...so…? Chava: You remember that guy, I was telling you about, before…? Sala: You--? Psh. No. Fucking monogamists and your fucking...loyalty...fuckin'...shit. Chava: No, I mean--when Sonny and I were broken up, and I had that-- Sala: Ohhhhhh----The rebound? Chava: ...yeah…? (She doesn't know what to call it.) Sala: Which one? The super-hot model that got you VIP at The Armani? Chava: ...I almost forgot about that... Sala: Or the one with the--uhh-- Chava: --Yeah. Sala: With the-- Chava: --Yeah. Sala: With the really big-- Chava: YEAH. They exchange wide-eyed glances at one another. Sala: …uh, *yeah*. Tell him come thru. Chava: You'll take that back. Sala: Somebody finna get DICKED-DOOOOOWNNN! Chava: Are you crazy? I need companionship, not a vaganal reconstruction. Sala: Hot DAMN--it's like that? Chava: Bro, it's like that. Sala: Big Dick Energy? Chava: Times infinity. Sala: I've got to meet this guy. Chava: ...yeah, I mean um--he's not really a *guy*, more like a...giant penis with legs. Sala: Ay, carumba, mija. Think you can actually go through with it this time? *Chava has an intense flashback of Sonny in bed with the woman* Chava: ...yeah, maybe. Sala: Do it. Chava: *texting* Maybe. Sala: {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2023 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. © -U.