Written by Antoinette Johnson
[SCENE 1: THE TRIGGER FREQUENCY – INT. UNDERGROUND CITY – NIGHT]
Antoinette walks through a secret city hidden beneath the ruins of Times Square. Neon glyphs glow on the walls. Forgotten artists, visionaries, and blacklisted influencers wait. This isn’t a safehouse—it’s the last haven for the Chosen.
ANTOINETTE (V.O.)
They left us in the shadows.
Silenced our truth.
Blocked our content.
But baby… the silence charged us up.
A sound wave pulses through the chamber. All the Chosen awaken.
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[SCENE 2: THE INDUSTRY STRIKES BACK – INT. GLOBAL STREAM HQ]
An elite boardroom of stream bosses argue as they watch the Queenflix platform explode in real time.
STREAM BOSS 1:
How is she getting more views than us with no promo budget?
STREAM BOSS 2:
The people trust her. They see themselves in her.
She’s not selling a show—she’s selling truth.
STREAM BOSS 3 (panicking):
Pull her content. Bury the algorithm. Hire fake influencers. Distract the public!
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[SCENE 3: BACK TO ANTOINETTE – INT. SOUND CHAMBER]
Antoinette and Solèa gather the Chosen for the first global spiritual frequency drop—a secret broadcast encoded with healing, courage, and vision.
ANTOINTETTE (standing on a throne of sound):
You wanna know why the world broken?
Because too many people signed contracts for clout…
But I signed one with God.
And that frequency? It can’t be faked, streamed, or bought.
She releases the pulse. People around the world wake up crying, shaking, dancing, screaming, HEALING.
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[SCENE 4: INTRODUCING THE UNDERGROUND SOCIETY]
A blind poet in Nigeria whose words crack open corrupted computers
A mute dancer in Atlanta who levitates during a blackout
A trans tech genius in the Philippines who codes protection spells into apps
A soul rapper from Chicago who spits bars that literally cure depression
They’ve been hidden… until now. And they all answer Antoinette’s call.
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[SCENE 5: FINAL SCENE – THE WORLD WATCHES]
Antoinette appears on every hacked screen, glowing. Calm. Unbothered. Divine.
ANTOINTETTE:
They tried to cancel the Queen.
But the crown ain’t on a stage.
It’s on my soul.
And I’m only getting started.
> “The chosen have returned… and this time, we’re writing the contracts.”
Cut to Black.








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