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SHE IS THE MAIN CHARACTER

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SHE IS THE MAIN CHARACTER

SCRIPT: TRUE FRIENDS?

(Extended Scene)

Characters:

R – Calm, intense, powerful, introverted. The “main character” energy.

Diva – Loud, dramatic, egoistic junior.

Crowd – Group of students in the corridor.

Diva’s Friends – Backup drama crew.

\[Scene opens in a long, echoing school corridor. The faint sound of music drifts through the air. R walks slowly, her expression neutral, earphones in place. She’s completely immersed in the rhythm — "Drunk-Dazed" by Enhypen plays softly.\]

SFX: (“Drunk-Dazed” faintly playing)

\[Her school uniform looks effortlessly cool — blazer undone, hoodie over her shirt, skirt swinging slightly with each step. Shoulder-length wavy hair frames her cold, sharp eyes. Students bustle around her, but she moves like she’s in her own world.\]

\[Suddenly — WHAM! Diva walks straight into her, shoulder-checking her hard.\]

DIVA

(taunting)

Oops. Didn’t see you there, senior. smirks dramatically, flipping her hair

[R doesn’t even glance at her. She just keeps walking.]

DIVA

(raising her voice)

What? You think you’re too good to respond now? You blind or just full of yourself?

\[She rushes up behind R and rips out her earphones. The song now blasts into the hallway like a call for war.\]

SFX: (“Drunk-Dazed” playing loudly in the corridor)

\[Students pause. Heads turn. Phones come out. A crowd quickly forms around them.\]

DIVA

(mocking)

Kneel. Apologize. Right here. Right now.

Or are you too scared to speak without your music protecting you?

[R stops. Slowly turns around. Her gaze is unreadable, calm — too calm.]

(quiet, dangerous tone)

You done?

DIVA

(scornfully)

What did you say?

(ice cold)

STFU, you bitch.

Who the fuck do you think you are?

\[A wave of gasps rolls through the crowd. Diva’s eyes widen.\]

DIVA

(furious)

You dare—!?

(calmly, like she’s stating a fact)

Blame yourself only.

\[Then — like thunder — BAM! R punches Diva right in the face. She drops like a rock. The beat of the song drops perfectly in sync.\]

SFX: (beat drop hits hard)

CROWD: (gasps, scattered cheers)

\[Diva’s friends scream and charge at R.\]

\[R doesn’t hesitate. She dodges, spins, lands a kick, a slap, a hook — each move timed perfectly with the music playing from her phone. One by one, they fall.\]

SFX: (fighting sounds blend with rhythm — choreography intense and musical)

[In just seconds, the corridor is silent again. Diva groans on the floor, her hair disheveled. Her crew lies scattered. The crowd is stunned into silence.]

[R calmly walks over, bends down, and snatches her phone back from Diva’s trembling hand.]

[She leans in. Her voice is soft — terrifying.]

(whispers)

Look out for yourself, baby.

You’re doomed now.

[R stands up, puts her earphones back in. She flips her hoodie over her head, turns around, and walks away — slow, effortless, unstoppable.]

[The crowd parts like waves around her.]

CROWD

(whispering in awe)

She’s… iconic.

She’s the main character.

[Music continues as the camera pans upward — R exiting down the hallway, fading into the distance, her head held high.]