We’re inside a modern and sleek gym with state of the art equipment and the hottest people LA has to offer.

In one corner DANTE (30’s, jacked, suave) finishes a set of shoulder presses with an impressive grunt, dropping the weights and whipping out his phone. He wipes sweat off his face and preens his cornrows before taking a selfie.

He scrolls through social media - a bunch of hot girl content - but stops and sits at a video of a posh woman in a beautiful red dress at a fancy party. The description says “The best rooms to be in are ones you’re valued in. #thankyounext #kristinwins”. Dante puts his phone down and sighs.

He stands up, flexes hard and takes another selfie in the mirror. He goes to post it on social media with the caption “Always working when my Opps are partying. #fitdante #shoulderday”

He looks through his previous posts and they’re not getting traction, pulling abysmal attention numbers. He reads some of the comments.

INSERT: Social media comments: “#fatdante”, “#uglygram”

He looks over at the squat rack and sees a beautiful and fit woman ROSE (20’s, jacked, sports leggings, makeup). She poses for a selfie and posts it up. Sees Dante staring at her in the mirror and roll her eyes at him.

Dante picks the weights back up angrily and reps out a few more.

Dante throws his gym bag in the passenger seat and smacks the steering wheel in frustration. He pulls out his phone and dials up JORDAYNE, his connection on speaker.

It’s J. Sup?

Jordayne is clearly eating something while on the phone. We can hear him chewing and his lips smacking.

Need to re-up the gear.

The usual?

Yea.

I just got some new stuff that I’m only handing out to my favorites. It’s like a pheromone enhancer and glp-7 combined.

Flattered. But just the usual. Tried and true.

You sure about that? Same gear same results.

Dante considers it. Pulls his shirt up and looks over his physique. Jordayne smacks on chips over the phone.

You should see what this new stuff can do. Here, look.

Dante’s phone gets a text. He checks it.

INSERT: A SUPER JACKED and MASCULINE picture of JORDAYNE (30’s, ripped, dreads) He’s so jacked it almost looks fake.

This AI?

Nah man. Real as real gets.

Hot Damn. What is this shit?

New mRNA stuff. They’re calling it The Dream. Because once you get on it you’re living the fucking dream man. Trust me.

Shit. I’ll come through.

Dante knocks on a nondescript door that opens for him. Standing there is a handsome black man in his early 30’s, JORDAYNE, who almost glows with sex appeal. They dap.

Aight.

Dante walks inside.

Jordayne’s apartment is fashionably modern, industrial and spartan. There’s a paused video game on the TV that both guys plop onto the sofa and start playing.

Spill.

I got a special plug for it. Works for the company that’s testing it. Plug said it’s unreal how good it works and he was right. I’ve been on it for a few weeks myself and I feel fucking amazing. Best shape of my life. It’s like I’m glowing. Just like. Look.

Jordayne pulls his shirt off, he’s ripped! Dante looks him up and down and nods.

Well shit.

Best part is it makes your body release a bunch of attraction pheromones too. Makes you irresistible to the opposite sex.

I don’t believe in that shit man.

Alright well you will once you start. Your fucking social shit is gonna explode. A billion likes! Your ex Kristin is gonna start stalking your profile for once instead of the other way around.

Dante winces.

Sorry man. What I mean is you’re gonna blow up and forget all about her.

Yea.

Hell, Girls can basically smell all that pheromone shit on your social media. I’m having to hide out from three or four tinder dates right now, they all want a piece of me real bad.

Alright Alright. I’m sold. Let’s smoke one yea?

For sure.

Jordayne takes a bong off the table in front of him and takes a hit. Coughs. Hands it to Dante.

Dante comes in the door with a cardboard box full of steroid gear. Sharps kit. Bottles of pills.

He plops the whole box full on his living room table and flops onto his couch. Scrolls through social media and sees a bunch of hot people on it. He sighs and turns his attention to the box.

He pulls out a small cardboard tube and looks it over. It’s labeled with “The Dream” on it. He rips open the end and takes out a small plastic injector. He dials the end and then pulls his shirt up, readying the injection on his stomach.

He closes his eyes and presses the button. A small ‘whoosh’ and the injection is done.

He looks over at himself in a full length mirror, he shakes his head. Then pulls out his phone and snaps a pic. He uploads it to social media “Big changes coming! #thedream #fitdante”.

He tosses his phone on the couch and then slumps down onto it himself.

This shit better work.

Dante is pumping away on the lat pulldown. He checks his phone after a set.

He scrolls through some old photos of him with his ex Kristin - the posh woman from before - on beautiful moon lit dinner, they’re leaning into each other and smiling. He sighs, puts his music back on, squirts water in his mouth and keeps lifting.

Dante does another injection.

He saunters over to the kitchen and pulls out a tray of rice, broccoli, and chicken from the fridge and yeets it into the microwave with a huff.

I’m TIRED of eating the same shit over and over.

Dante is lifting a massive deadlift, he slams the barbell down and whips off his lifting belt in a huff. He looks over and there’s Rose, staring at him this time.

She walks over to him, taking off her headphones.

How many more sets do you have there hulk? It’s leg day for me too.

You wanna work in?

He motions to the weights, clearly far too many for her.

I can wait. Anything for fit Dante.

She winks at him and walks off.

Dante gets a ping on his phone. It’s a DM. There’s a fashion brand asking him to do a promo.

Fuck yea! YES!

Dante opens a new package on his living room table. It’s a bunch of fashionable workout clothing.

Baby’s first brand deal!

Dante is walking into a coffee shop in his new workout gear. KELLY (30’s, bright, plain) stops him.

Hey It’s Fit Dante!

Kelly, you still in that acting drop in?

Yea! We’ve been missing you in class. How’s the fitness content going?

It’s going. Getting there ya know. Just got my first brand deal.

Hey! I love that! You’ve really been crushing it lately.

Dante grabs his coffee off the counter and turns to leave.

Oh you know, living the dream! See ya later!

Dante laughs at his own joke and saunters off.

Dante does an injection while eating chicken and rice. He’s engrossed with his phone. Tons of notifications. Packages piled up on his couch.

He scrolls and sees content of Kristin crying into the phone. Talking directly to her audience.

-- just not fair. To me! And when I think about all those scumbag men I dated that did this to me--

He swipes into her profile, opens a menu. And Blocks her.

He puts the phone down, closes his eyes, smiles.

Dante is packing up his bag to walk out the door when Rose jogs up.

Wait up!

Dante turns

You’re different. What’s going on?

Just been eating right finally.

She folds her arms and eyes him up and down.

Well could I persuade you to have a cheat meal?

Dante smirks.

Dante and Rose are in Dante’s bed, having voracious sex. She’s on top of him.

Jesus Christ you’re so fucking HARD.

She leans down and bites him on the chest.

Ah. Ouch!

Oh shit, sorry!

He laughs it off.

Dante, in his boxers, is seeing Rose out the door. She turns back just as she’s out of the doorjamb and kisses him deeply.

Just a one time thing okay? Don’t freak.

I’ll be cool. Don’t worry.

Cool. See you.

She leaves and he closes his door. Turns to his couch and flops down. He looks down at his chest, an imprint is starting to form from the bite.

Damn, she bites hard.

He looks at one side of his living room where a pile of clothes, workout equipment, and sex toys are mounting.

His phone goes off with a call. It’s Jordayne. He picks up.

Jordayne! What’s up man? Yo that gear--

Dante. Thank fucking god. I’ve been trying to get a hold of you for days.

I’m busy living the dream. You were right. That shit you got me is the best! I’m telling you this is finally IT.

Yea man that’s why I’m calling you. You gotta cut that shit out. It’s no good.

The hell are you talking about? That shit’s amazing. It changed my life. No going back.

That’s just it man. It’s-- uhh. It’s making me-- soft.

Dante takes a beat, sits back into his couch and furrows his brow.