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Prompt: A high school gymnasium decorated for prom, with dim romantic lighting from string lights and a disco ball casting scattered reflections. The dance floor is packed with white American teenagers in formal wear. Wide shot: Madison (17, blonde, sparkly tiara, pink satin dress) stands in the center with her friend group, while Riley (17, athletic build, simple black dress, dark hair pulled back) approaches the punch table. Medium shot: Madison strides over, chin raised arrogantly, saying loudly: "Look who actually showed up. Did you raid a thrift store for that dress?" Close-up: Riley looks up calmly, responds quietly: "Just leave me alone, Madison." Cut to: Madison's hand connects hard across Riley's face with a sharp slap, the sound echoing. Riley stumbles back, hand going to her split lip. Wide shot: The crowd forms a circle, phones raised, expecting tears. Instead, Riley straightens slowly, shoulders rolling back into a boxer's stance, wiping blood with clinical detachment. Close-up: Someone gasps from the back: "Holy shit, is that Riley Chen?" The room falls silent as recognition spreads. No logos, no brand names, no watermarks, no text overlays.. Model: sora-2-text-to-video. Explore community-created AI videos in the Free Ai Video Generator gallery.
Prompt
A high school gymnasium decorated for prom, with dim romantic lighting from string lights and a disco ball casting scattered reflections. The dance floor is packed with white American teenagers in formal wear. Wide shot: Madison (17, blonde, sparkly tiara, pink satin dress) stands in the center with her friend group, while Riley (17, athletic build, simple black dress, dark hair pulled back) approaches the punch table. Medium shot: Madison strides over, chin raised arrogantly, saying loudly: "Look who actually showed up. Did you raid a thrift store for that dress?" Close-up: Riley looks up calmly, responds quietly: "Just leave me alone, Madison." Cut to: Madison's hand connects hard across Riley's face with a sharp slap, the sound echoing. Riley stumbles back, hand going to her split lip. Wide shot: The crowd forms a circle, phones raised, expecting tears. Instead, Riley straightens slowly, shoulders rolling back into a boxer's stance, wiping blood with clinical detachment. Close-up: Someone gasps from the back: "Holy shit, is that Riley Chen?" The room falls silent as recognition spreads. No logos, no brand names, no watermarks, no text overlays.