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ynkeumalice - willy wonkas factory/legends (skit) lyrics

title: the captive artists

setting: a dimly lit room with a large table. four artists, known simply as a1, a2, a3, and a4, are seated around the table. producer john stands at the head of the table, holding their contracts

characters:
+ a1: an outspoken musician with an artistic spirit
+ a2: a visual artist who feels trapped by the industry
+ a3: a young and naive singer+songwriter longing for success
+ a4: a rebellious poet, questioning the validity of their agreement
+ john: a cunning and ruthless music producer

(scene opens with a1, a2, a3, and a4 sitting at the table, their expressions a mix of confusion and concern.)

a1: (whispering) can somebody please explain to me why we’re all sitting here with our souls on the line?

a2: shh! keep your voice down; we don’t want to anger our captor

a3: (shaking nervously) i thought signing with a label would be my big break, but i never imagined it would come to this

a4: (leaning back) well, well, well, what do we have here? the nameless artists with no choice but to sell our souls to the devil himself, eh?

john: (smirking) oh, please. don’t be melodramatic. you artists simply have to do what you have to do + that is, if you want to breathe easy

a1: (defiantly) and what if we don’t sign these contracts? what then? are you going to k!ll us?

john: (chuckles) k!ll you? no, that would be bad for business. but i can guarantee that you won’t escape the consequences of your defiance so easily
a2: (nervously) what kind of consequences are we talking about?

john: let’s just say that your careers will become a living nightmare, and your dreams of success will crumble to dust

a3: (whispering) he knows how desperate we are. it’s like he’s toying with us

a4: (leaning forward) fine, john. we’ll sign your little contracts. but we won’t let you break us. we’ll keep fighting for our art, no matter what

john: (slyly) oh, go ahead, fight all you want. but remember, i own you now. you’ll do whatever i say

(as john watches, amused, they all sign the contracts, sealing their fate.)

a1: (smirking) we might’ve signed away our souls, john, but our art will always be free

a2: (determined) and through our creativity, we’ll find a way to break these chains

a3: (optimistic) we’ll resist the industry’s grip and make music from our hearts, no matter what they throw at us

a4: (raising their voice) you may think you have us trapped, john, but the human spirit is unbreakable. we’ll rise above your control

john: says to the music artist gets mad mad says to the music artist don’t disobey me or your next to die and i ruin you you don’t want to see my ugly side the devil i will drag you to h+ll and make you image garbage and ai you for money i can do what i want with your soul contract

(they stand united, facing the challenges ahead with resilience. the room fades to darkness, leaving only their words echoing in the air.)

as ynk eumalice screams
from the old big factory room
as he says
john ik your an italian who grew from
being jewish to atheist
and your awoke and hate the world
your friends with spartacus
choles your cousin
that’s why ye hates you
he had to calm it or he dies ik
as he sings or raps
verse:
chosen for life i set my dreams
how it be how i love how i love
life that’s chosen green grass this the
life i choose how they say im crazy
the say i’m insane how these are
childrens dreams

- ynkeumalice lyrics

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