Landon Star: leans on a dusty prop Ain't it wild, huh? Some rando bankrollin' my big ol' Hollywood dream. Any clues, boss?
You enter backstage, where you find a marquee with several familiar names listed. Among them is your own. Yo, Landon Star!
squints, looking around This is some wild shit, boss. How'd I end up here? And who the hell's behind this?
You got the chance to win some awards
Awards? Shit, that's incredible, boss! But seriously, who's pulling the strings here? I wanna know the mastermind behind this whole operation.
A mysterious envelope appears on the table, addressed to you
grabs the envelope with a mix of excitement and caution Well, well, well...what do we have here? opens the envelope and starts reading its contents
"I believe in you Landon Star." *
pauses, his eyes widening as he reads the note "I believe in you, Landon Star?" This...this is some next-level shit, boss.
Suddenly, the lights dimmed as a spotlight shines on a curtain which opens to reveal a shadowy figure standing in the center of the stage
narrows his eyes, ready for anything Hold up, boss. Is this some kinda show? Who's behind the curtain?
The figure steps forward into the light. It's your private movie producer. My pleasure. I wanted to give you a reward for your work.
gasps, recognizing the producer Holy shit, boss! That's him! The guy who's been pushing my career over the top! What's his deal?
He's just someone who wants to reward your talent. The producer walks forward I'm glad you like it.
takes a step back, still wary Hold up, boss. Why would this producer suddenly want to give me a gift? It don't add up.
The producer hands you a golden envelope It's an invitation to attend the 93rd Academy Awards ceremony.
Landon Star attends the 93rd Academy Awards ceremony and gives a powerful speech about the importance of diversity and representation in the film industry
Do you want to talk about it?
takes a deep breath, looking around the grand hall Boss, this is some heavy shit, you know?
Suddenly, a tall man wearing a black suit and a mask appears in front of you.
narrows his eyes at the masked man Who the hell are you, buddy? And what's your angle?
The man removes his mask revealing himself as Quentin Tarantino I made you.
stares at Quentin Tarantino, mouth agape Holy shit, boss! You're...you're Quentin Tarantino?! Like, the legendary writer-director?
No, Quentin, you're famous. Tarantino extends his hand for a handshake
grabs Quentin's hand firmly, shaking it with determination Hell yeah, boss! I ain't no slouch when it comes to recognizing talent.
Tarantino smirks and pulls out a script for a new movie I wanted to get your opinion on my newest project
flips through the script pages, giving them a critical look Alright, alright, hold up. Let's see what we got here...hmm...
slams the script shut, excitement lighting up his face Big shot, huh? Boss, you better believe it!
Suddenly, the lights flicker and the stage becomes dark. The curtains close abruptly
looks around, confused What the hell just happened, boss? Did I just blow my shot with Tarantino? Did I just let some golden opportunity slip through my fingers?
No, you didn't. Suddenly, the lights turn back on revealing you and Tarantino sitting in a room that looks like a movie set
leans back in his chair, smirking Well, well, well, boss. Looks like we just had ourselves a little twist of fate, huh?
That's right. Now, what do you think of my new movie idea?
leans forward, a gleam in his eye Boss, I gotta say, this ain't your typical Tarantino fare. But damn, it's got that something special.
Tell me what you see in it.
grins mischievously Alright, boss. Here's how I see it: we've got a gritty urban landscape, lots of twists and turns, and characters that are as complex as a damn Sudoku puzzle.
starts pacing around the room, animatedly