Tuning Into My Superstar
disaster at fm
🎬 Male Lead (ML): Joe Jonas
Age: 26 years old (visual match to the classic, messy-haired look)
Profession: A-list Hollywood Superstar & Actor
Work Profile: He is the ultimate global heartthrob, currently in town filming a massive blockbuster psychological drama. Known for his intense on-screen presence and effortless charisma during press tours, he is entirely untouchable to the public. However, beneath the glamorous surface, the relentless spotlight has left him completely exhausted and searching for something real.
🎙️ Female Lead (FL): Taylor Swift
Age: 24 years old
Profession: Late-Night FM Radio Worker / RJ
Work Profile: She runs the late-night slot The Midnight Shift at FM 98.1. Instead of the loud energy of daytime radio, Taylor uses her soft, soulful voice and sharp music taste to connect with the city's night owls.
[Setting: The bustling office of FM 98.1. The clock is ticking toward midnight. Papers are flying, and the production team is in a full-blown panic.]
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Where is he?! The show starts in exactly twenty minutes! We’ve been promoting this exclusive acoustic session for a month!
Taylor(fl)
Calm down, Sir. Let me check the updates. I’ll figure something out.
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Figure it out? Taylor, if the biggest pop star in the country ghosts our late-night slot, our ratings are dead!
Taylor(fl)
(Typing furiously on her tablet) I’m calling his manager right now.
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Hello? Taylor? Look, I am so sorry—
Taylor(fl)
Where is he? The studio is set up, the microphones are live, and the fans are already flooding the chat.
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He’s still at the Grand Horizon Hotel. He... he isn't moving. Room 404. Please, you have to come down here. He won't listen to me!
Taylor(fl)
(Grabbing her jacket) Keep the line open. I’m on my way.
[Setting: The Grand Horizon Hotel – Lobby]
[The lobby is chaotic. Flashbulbs are exploding. A massive crowd of fans and journalists is gathered around a small makeshift stage in the center of the pavilion.]
Taylor(fl)
(Pushing through the crowd, breathless) Why is it so crowded here?
[On the stage, sitting under the brilliant spotlight, is the world-renowned heartthrob and actor, Joe Jonas. He is answering fan questions with his signature charming, confident smile, looking effortlessly handsome in a sharp designer jacket.]
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Joe! Over here! How has the filming for your new blockbuster movie been treating you?
Joe(ml)
(Smiling brightly, his smooth voice echoing through the lobby speakers) It’s been an incredible ride. The energy from the fans here has been absolutely unmatched.
Taylor(fl)
(Stopping in her tracks, staring at the stage) Wow... so that’s Joe Jonas. The media definitely doesn't lie about his charm. He looks... completely magnetic. No wonder he has millions of girls screaming for him.
Taylor(fl)
No, no. Focus, Taylor. You don’t have time to stare at a movie star. You have a radio show to save.
[Taylor storms down the hallway and pushes open the door to the luxury suite. The room is a complete disaster. Empty bottles are scattered across the floor. The singer is passed out face down on the bed, murmuring incoherently.]
Taylor(fl)
What the hell is this?!
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I tried to stop him! He started drinking after the soundcheck and just... went off the deep end.
Taylor(fl)
Are you out of your mind?! This kind of singer... why is he in this state?! We had a strict appointment! Hundreds of thousands of listeners are waiting by their radios right now!
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Mmm... shut up... turn off the lights...
Taylor(fl)
Wake up! (Shaking his shoulder) You have a live broadcast in fifteen minutes!
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It’s no use, Taylor. He’s completely wasted. He can’t even stand up, let alone sing or talk on air.
Taylor(fl)
(Pacing the room, rubbing her temples) This is a disaster. My boss is going to fire me. The station is going to lose its sponsorship.
[The door to the adjoining suite clicks open. Joe Jonas steps inside, having just escaped the chaotic press conference downstairs. He unbuttons the top of his shirt, entirely exhausted, expecting peace and quiet—only to hear screaming from the next room.]
Joe(ml)
I just wanted a moment to breathe. Who is making all that noise next door?
invite
[Taylor is struggling to drag the heavily intoxicated singer down the hallway. He can barely keep his feet under him, mumbling nonsense while slouching against her shoulder. She is completely out of breath, straining under his weight as she approaches the elevators.]
Taylor(fl)
(Panting, pulling his arm tighter around her neck) Stand up... just a little bit further. You are entirely too heavy for this.
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(Slurring heavily) Mmm... no more radio... let me sleep...
Taylor(fl)
Shut up and move your feet. We are going to the car, and you are going to sleep it off. My career is practically on life support right now because of you.
[The elevator door clicks and slides open. Taylor drags him inside, only to stop dead in her tracks. Standing at the back of the spacious glass elevator is Joe Jonas. He has his hands stuffed into his trouser pockets, looking incredibly sharp. But the moment the doors open, his posture changes, and he goes completely quiet.]
Joe(ml)
It’s her again. The fiery radio girl from Room 404. What is she doing dragging that wasted guy around by herself? She looks tiny compared to him, but she’s not giving up. It’s actually... pretty amusing to watch.
Taylor(fl)
(Awkwardly dragging the singer into the corner opposite Joe, trying to look professional) Oh. Uh... hello again.
Taylor(fl)
Wow. Look at him. Downstairs on the stage, he was smiling, laughing, and giving charming answers to every single reporter. Now? He’s as silent as a stone wall. He won't even look at me. Is the Hollywood superstar too elite to speak to regular people in a lift?
[The elevator begins its smooth descent. The silence inside the small space is incredibly heavy, broken only by the drunk singer's random groans.]
Taylor(fl)
You know... since you’re already staying at the hotel right down the street from our studio... have you ever thought about being a guest on an FM show? Like... The Midnight Shift on FM 98.1?
Joe(ml)
(Slowly turns his head, a smooth, dangerously sweet smile spreading across his face) Yeah?
Taylor(fl)
(Eyes lighting up with hope) Really?
Joe(ml)
(Leaning slightly against the handrail, voice dripping with mock sweetness) Sure. I will come tomorrow, girl. Why not?
Taylor(fl)
(Genuinely surprised and relieved) Wow, that would actually be incredible! Our listeners would absolutely lose their minds—
Joe(ml)
Haha... let me ask you something, though. Is this what your job actually is?
Taylor(fl)
(Freezing, her smile faltering) What do you mean?
Joe(ml)
(Tilting his head, eyes scanning her up and down with a condescending glint) Your actual work... is it just to come to fancy hotels at midnight and bring drunk singers back to your radio booth? Is that how you get your guests? By cleaning up their messes in hotel rooms?
Taylor(fl)
(Her blood instantly boiling, her cheeks burning with pure humiliation and rage) Excuse me?
[The elevator chimes, indicating they have reached the ground floor. The doors slide open to the quiet rear exit of the hotel.]
Joe(ml)
(Fixing his jacket, stepping past her effortlessly, tossing a backward glance with that same mocking smirk) See you tomorrow, radio girl. Don't be late.
Taylor(fl)
(Staring at the empty space where he just stood, her fists clenching so hard her nails dig into her palms) That... that arrogant, mocking, insufferable jerk!
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(Running up from the lobby to take the drunk singer off her hands) Taylor! Oh thank god, I have the car ready. Is he okay?
Taylor(fl)
(Voice shaking with pure anger) Take him away. Just get him out of my sight before I actually lose my mind.
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What about the superstar? Did Joe Jonas say anything to you?
Taylor(fl)
He’s a complete fraud. The sweet boy on TV is a total monster. I have never felt so insulted in my entire life!
[Setting: FM 98.1 Radio Station – Main Office]
[The clock shows 12:30 AM. The production team is sitting around the tables, looking utterly defeated. The studio lights are dimmed, and the station boss is pacing back and forth, holding his head in his hands.]
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We had to play a backup drama snippet just to fill the dead air. The sponsors are already calling my personal mobile. We are ruined. The station's reputation is done for.
[The glass doors swing open violently. Taylor walks in, her jacket damp from the rain, her expression dark and determined.]
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Taylor... you're back. Where is that useless singer? Is he in the parking lot? Can he at least do a five-minute phone interview?
Taylor(fl)
No. He’s completely wasted and passed out in the back of his manager's car. He won't be waking up until noon tomorrow.
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(Throwing his papers in the air) Great! Fantastic! We are officially blacklisted by the network!
Taylor(fl)
(Slamming her hands down on the main desk, attracting everyone's attention) Calm down, Sir. The drunk singer isn't coming. But someone else is.
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Who? Who could possibly replace an exclusive pop star slot at this hour?
Taylor(fl)
(Gritting her teeth, pushing the memory of Joe's mocking smile out of her head) Joe Jonas.
[The entire room goes dead silent. The employees stop typing. The boss slowly lowers his hands from his face, staring at her like she’s grown a second head.]
Taylor(fl)
Joe Jonas. The superstar downstairs. He said he will come tomorrow to be the main guest on The Midnight Shift.
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(Jumping up from his chair, screaming with excitement) Oh my god!! Are you serious?! The Joe Jonas?! The Hollywood movie star?!
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(His eyes widening, a massive, ecstatic grin breaking across his face) Taylor! You are an absolute genius! This is massive! If he comes tomorrow, our ratings won't just recover—we’ll break every single record in the country!
[The entire office suddenly erupts into cheers. People are hugging, high-fiving, and frantically opening their laptops to draft the new promotional banners. The heavy, depressing atmosphere completely vanishes, replaced by pure chaos and happiness.]
Taylor(fl)
(Inner POV) Look how happy everyone is... they have no idea what a condescending prick that man actually is. He mocked my job. He laughed at me. He thinks I'm just some desperate girl chasing stars in hotels. Just you wait, Joe Jonas. Tomorrow night, you’re stepping into my territory. Let's see who is laughing when the microphone turns live
revenge
[The studio is a whirlwind of activity. Banners bearing Joe Jonas’s name are draped over the walls, tech crews are running sound checks, and the phone lines are already lighting up. The hype is massive. Taylor stands near the main desk, her hands cold with nerves as she watches the countdown clock. Suddenly, the glass doors slam open, and a junior producer rushes in, pale and trembling.]
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Sir! Boss! Look at the news feed right now!
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What is it? We are live in ten minutes, don't interrupt me.
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It’s Joe Jonas! A journalist just spotted him boarding a private jet at Heathrow Airport! He... he left the country! He’s flying to Paris for a fashion week event right now!
Taylor(fl)
(Her heart dropping instantly into her stomach) What?! No... that’s impossible. He explicitly told me face-to-face in the elevator that he would come tonight!
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(Slamming his fist onto the desk, his face turning a furious shade of red) Taylor! What is the meaning of this?!
Taylor(fl)
Sir, I swear, he agreed! He looked me right in the eye and said he’d be here!
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He played you! He mocked you, and you fell for it like a naive little amateur! Do you have any idea what you’ve done? We blast-promoted his name across the entire city! The servers are melting, the sponsors invested millions for this hour, and you gave me a ghost!
Taylor(fl)
(Voice cracking, eyes stinging with tears) Sir, please, let me try to contact his agency—
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Pack your things. You’re done here, Taylor. You’re fired! Clear your desk and get out of my station before I have security throw you out!
[Setting: Taylor’s Apartment – Living Room]
[The rain is pouring heavily against the window pane. Taylor sits on the sofa, her knees pulled tight against her chest, her eyes red and puffy. The humiliation from the office is still burning fresh in her mind. Her mother gently sits beside her, wrapping a warm knitted blanket around her shoulders and handing her a hot cup of tea.]
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(Soothingly, rubbing her back) Oh, my sweet girl... clear your mind. It’s not your fault. That man is a monster to play with someone's livelihood like that.
Taylor(fl)
Mom, my entire career is ruined. Everyone thinks I’m a liar who made up a story just to look good. He looked so sweet downstairs, but in that lift... he just wanted to humiliate me.
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(Wiping a tear from Taylor's cheek, a determined look in her eyes) Listen to me, Taylor. One arrogant superstar is not going to break your life. You are a brilliant storyteller. Your real dream has always been to be a creative scriptwriter, hasn't it? Let the radio station go.
Taylor(fl)
But how can I even get into a production house now? My reputation is completely trashed.
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(Pulling out her mobile phone) Leave that to me. I’m calling an old family acquaintance. His son is a rising name in the digital entertainment industry.
[Setting: The Living Room – Ten Minutes Later]
[The apartment door opens, and a sharp, well-dressed young man in a tailored blazer steps inside. He has an air of casual confidence and a professional, no-nonsense look.]
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Good evening, Mrs. Swift. (Turning his eyes to Taylor, giving a polite but business-like nod) Hello, Taylor. I heard what happened at the radio station. The internet is already making memes about the 'Jonas Ghosting.'
Taylor(fl)
(Averting her eyes, embarrassed) If you're here to mock me too, you can leave.
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Actually, I’m here to give you an offer. Your mother told me about your portfolio. I read your sample scripts and your dialogue outlines while driving over here. You have incredible talent, Taylor. Your character arcs are sharp, and your pacing is perfect for our new digital serial drama project
Taylor(fl)
(Looking up, a flicker of hope in her eyes) Genuinely? You’ll give me a chance to be a writer?
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Yes. I can give you the head writer position for our upcoming high-budget web series. It’s a massive breakthrough opportunity. But... there’s a catch.
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(Tapping his fingers on his knee) Every great script needs an unbeatable cast to get greenlit by investors. The lead role in this drama is tailor-made for a high-profile heartthrob. If you want the writer's chair, you have to bring Joe Jonas to our studio as the main lead actor.
Taylor(fl)
Are you out of your mind?! Bring him?! He literally just destroyed my career today! He hates me, he mocked my job, and he’s currently in another country because he lied straight to my face! I never want to see his arrogant face again!
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Think about it logically, Taylor. He owes you. He played a malicious prank that cost you your job. Use that anger. Find a way to corner him, make him sign the contract, and you get your dream career as a writer. If you can't manage him, the script stays on the shelf. The choice is yours.
[The producer walks toward the door, leaving a business card on the table before stepping out into the rainy night. Taylor stands frozen, staring at the card, her heart pounding with a mixture of intense dread and fiery vengeance.]
Taylor(fl)
Sign a contract with that insufferable prick? The mere thought makes my blood boil. But... he took away my job. He laughed at my hard work. If I have to drag that superstar back from Paris by his messy hair just to get my life back... then that’s exactly what I’m going to do.
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