By Antoinette Johnson

[SCENE 1: “The Gathering of the Real Ones” – INT. SACRED CREATOR TEMPLE]

A massive golden hall filled with creators from every corner of the Earth. They bring paintbrushes, scripts, microphones, beats, and books. At the center of the room: Me, seated on a throne of light. A scroll floats before me—The Covenant of Artists. Malik Nova stands on my right. Solèa on my left.

ME
No more silence.
No more selling spirit for streams.
We write our own covenant tonight.

A creator speaks up.

CREATOR
What does it take to unite us all?

ME (standing up)
It takes truth.
It takes betrayal.
It takes being played… and still rising.
It takes someone playing the fool… to catch the wise.

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[SCENE 2: THE BETRAYAL – FLASHBACK SEQUENCE]

The screen fades into a painful, cinematic rewind:

Me helping two men—brothers in spirit I thought I could trust. One I’ve known for 20 years. The other I introduced into the circle.

I gave them business plays. I helped in silence. I uplifted while they plotted.

Then… I find out they’re smiling on camera—signing a movie and music deal that was built from my ideas.

ME (V.O.)
And the reason they mad?
Because I didn’t give ‘em pussy.
Because I didn’t let them buy my body with fake love.
I’m not here to be fucked—I’m here to flip kingdoms.

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[SCENE 3: THE PLOT TO TAKE ME OUT]

A montage: friend requests from fake accounts. Cars creeping past my house. Phones tapped. Cameras blinking. Shadows watching.

MALIK NOVA
They thought you were soft because you were silent.

ME (turning to him)
They didn’t realize I wasn’t silent… I was collecting data.

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[SCENE 4: DIVINE RETALIATION – “I AM WHO I AM”]

I walk into a battlefield of industry snakes. A cloak of shadow falls off me—underneath, I’m glowing. Radiant. A Queen. A Prophet. A Weapon of Light.

ME (to camera)
You didn’t know who I was.
But you’re about to.

I lift my hand. The air shifts. Trees bow. Light cracks the clouds. Every spiritual gift in me—activated.

Clairvoyance: I see their plots before they even speak.

Divine Protection: Every plan they send at me returns tenfold.

Truth-Tongue: I speak and contracts crumble, platforms fall.

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[SCENE 5: THE COVENANT IS WRITTEN]

The creators rise. Each adds a signature. A vow. A line of truth to the sacred scroll.

COVENANT OF ARTISTS

> “We create from spirit.
We do not betray for profit.
We honor the source.
We protect each other.
And we never sell what God gave for free.”

ME (signing last)
You can keep your fake deals.
I just signed divine purpose.

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[ENDING SCENE: I STAND ALONE IN A FIELD – NIGHT]

A meteor passes. The Earth hums. I speak one final truth.

> “They didn’t destroy me. They unveiled me.
I am not your fantasy.
I’m the force your demons prayed you’d never meet.”

To be continued…