CHAPPELL ROAN

EXT. LOLLAPALOOZA MAIN STAGE. 12PM.

CHAPPELL ROAN (26, F) stands backstage. The crowd is roaring outside. RAHHHH! The intro over the speakers is muffled as though underwater. Her fingers drum erratically against her thigh.

RECORD LABEL REP (V.O.)
We just don’t see a future for you, the people don’t want this type of music. It’s not going anywhere.

Chappell steels herself and bounces onstage, waving her fists in the air like an MMA fighter. Her eyes skim the swarm of people as if glazed over, her smile plastered on her face. She grabs the mic and starts singing. The screams are deafening.

CHAPPELL
And I can’t understand, why can’t any- anyone- man…

Her lyrics catch in her throat. Her hands shake so hard she almost drops the microphone. Mic feedback screeches as she catches it. She inhales sharply, tears pooling in her eyes.

AUDIENCE
Hit it like, Get it hot…

Chappell’s gaze seems to sharpen as if seeing for the first time. The screaming becomes clear. It’s her lyrics. She faces 110,000 people dressed in pink, sparkly drag, cheering and singing along.

Suddenly, a wide grin fills Chappell’s face and she raises the mic again. She yells to the crowd and their response is so deafening and immediate it nearly rocks the stage.

CHAPPELL
What we really need is a, what?

CROWD
A FEMININOMENON!

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