Joe Jukic: (leaning in, voice low but intense)
Nelly, you ever feel like the game’s rigged? They dangle fame like a golden ticket, but the price? Your soul. The mockingbird media sings whatever tune keeps ‘em fed. And the suits? They whisper, “Just sell, play nice, and you’ll be okay.” But the second you slip—boom—everyone shits on your name.
Nelly Furtado: (nodding, weary but sharp)
Oh, I’ve been played. You give ‘em a hit, and suddenly you’re their puppet. They want you to repeat the magic, but the second you change? “Who’s she now? Too weird, too risky.” They build you up just to tear you down.
Joe Jukic:
Exactly. And the fans? They love you ‘til they don’t. The same people who scream your lyrics will turn around and mock you for breathing wrong. The industry’s a meat grinder—spits out what’s left when the hype dies.
Nelly Furtado: (smirks darkly)
So what’s the move, then? Keep dancing for the suits, or burn it down and own the fallout?
Joe Jukic: (grinning)
You already know. The ones who last? They stop chasing approval. Fuck the suits, fuck the noise. You wanna be a rock superstar? Then be one—on your terms. Even if they call you crazy.
(silence hangs—then they both laugh, knowing the truth hurts but sets you free.)
Luis Morgado: (leaning against the studio wall, arms crossed)
Nelly, listen—Joe’s been solid since 2011. Dude walks with me damn near every day, no funny business, no chasing skirts. He’s not one of those industry clowns. And look… (points at his phone, showing luismorgado.website) He gave me my own platform—uncancellable. No suits, no filters. But now we need you.
Nelly Furtado: (raising an eyebrow, half-smiling)
Luis, you know I love you, but what’s the play here? You need a feature? A beat?
Luis Morgado: (grinning, tapping the screen)
“Captain Save a Ho”—it’s raw, it’s real, it’s gonna hit like a freight train. But it needs your flavor. Your hooks, your fire. This ain’t charity, cuz. This is opportunity. We build this together, it’s a movement.
Nelly Furtado: (pauses, considering)
You’re talking about bypassing the machine. No label politics, just us.
Luis Morgado: (nodding fast)
Exactly. Joe’s got the vision, I got the voice, and you? You’re the secret sauce. They can’t box us in if we own it from jump.
Nelly Furtado: (smirks, grabs her headphones)
Alright, play it again. Let’s see if we can make ‘em really uncomfortable.
(beat drops—Luis grins like he just won the lottery.)