Betrayal, Treason, Greed and Fraud

Ssshhh.
Quiet on the set.
Roll film.
And...ACTION!

'Betrayal, treason, greed and fraud.
Came to me to addict...'

STOP!
Where is that 'gangsta'?
You recited that as if you were teaching,
A classroom filled with elementary kids.
Showing them how to bake cookies.
Now...
Say that again but this time,
Do it with convincing commitment.
Remember...
We are your audience.
Sell yourself!

'Okay.
I'll do it another way!'

Follow the script.
Less theatrics.
More of that inner city ghetto thing.
You feel me?

'Yes. Of course.'

Quiet on the set.
Roll film. Emote. Good.
Now...ACTION!

'Listen up you freaks.
Chumps of fiction.
Betrayal creates treasonous greed.
You hear me?
That crap only enforces to endorse fraud.
And neverending corruption.
Look at my wounded and scared face.
For what? Why?
Just to wear this faked gold mess,
Around my neck?
Who did I think I was B.S'ing?
WHO? WHO? WHO?'

CUT-CUT-CUT!
OH...
NOW,
THAT WAS TERRIFIC!
That performance alone,
Will bring this film the attention it needs.
Such exquisite acting.
Where on Earth,
Did you find within yourself...
Such emotional,
And jaw-dropping realism?

'Well...
I can not honestly take all of the credit.
I am a student of life.
And have been told I have the ability,
To bring to the screen...
The most outrageous stuff,
No one has ever seen before.
And...
Are you,
Crying?'

Me? No, no no.
I have a dry eye condition.
I usually carry a box of tissue.
But...I was caught off guard.
Anyway...
So real that performance you delivered!

'It was the script.
The words.
So natural they were and well written too.
As if...
They called to me.
With a desire to let them breathe.
Come to life!'

Awesome. Simply awesome.
I'm hoping those studio executives,
Will not dismiss this to believe...
We are attempting something new.
To release as Science Fiction.
Or...
A made up documentary.
That promotes violence.
Division and that nonsense about,
Civic unrest and havoc in the streets.

'Oh?
So...
What are you hoping this film does?'

Well...
I am hoping this film shows,
What could happen to a society of people.
Who take their harmonious way of life,
For granted.
If 'gangstas' are allowed and permitted,
To sit in high places.
And rule the government to ruin,
The entitlements we now have.
Even though...
I know I am taking a risk.
Attempting to avoid this grand delusion!

'Who knows which way the wind will blow.
But tell me this...
Why was it a necessity,
To have my portrayal as a gangsta...
Prioritized with such significance?'

It's all about the future.
And who these days,
Can be easily influenced and deceived!