*Setting: A vast, harvested rice field with rolled rice straws scattered around. A romantic Bollywood-style song plays in the background. The camera pans to a group of background dancers lying in rows on the ground, pretending to sleep but gracefully moving their arms and legs in sync with the music. The setup looks dreamy and poetic—until the camera zooms in on the 3rd and 4th rows.*
*The dancers in the front rows are doing their job perfectly, swaying like waves in a serene ocean. But as the camera moves to the back, things take a hilariously awkward turn. The dancers in the 3rd and 4th rows are *really* into their performance—too into it. Their movements are less "romantic" and more... *suggestive*. They’re rolling around, grinding against the rice straws, and making faces that suggest they’re not just dancing but reenacting a very private moment.*
*The lead actor, oblivious to the chaos behind him, continues singing passionately, holding a rose and gazing into the distance. The director, watching the monitor, suddenly notices the *extra effort* the back-row dancers are putting in. He freezes, his face turning pale.*
**Director:** (whispering to the assistant) *What the hell are they doing back there? This is supposed to be a romantic song, not a... a... whatever *that* is!*
**Assistant:** (trying not to laugh) *I think they’re... uh... planting rice?*
**Director:** *Planting rice?! They look like they’re auditioning for a completely different kind of movie!*
*The camera crew is struggling to keep a straight face. One of them accidentally zooms in too close on a dancer who’s now fully committed to the bit, moaning dramatically as she rolls in the straw. The lead actress, who’s supposed to be lost in the romance of the moment, glances back and nearly breaks character.*
**Lead Actress:** (under her breath) *Are they... are they serious right now?*
*The dancers in the back rows, completely unaware of the chaos they’re causing, keep going. One of them even starts improvising dialogue:*
**Dancer 1:** (whispering to Dancer 2) *This is method acting, bro. We’re *becoming* the rice.*
**Dancer 2:** (nodding seriously) *Yeah, man. We’re not just dancers—we’re *artists*.*
*The director finally snaps.*
**Director:** *CUT! CUT! WHAT IS HAPPENING?!*
*The music stops abruptly. The lead actor turns around, confused, and finally notices the... *enthusiastic* performance happening behind him. His jaw drops.*
**Lead Actor:** *Uh... is this part of the script?*
*The dancers in the back rows freeze mid-roll, looking guilty but also slightly proud of their "artistic choices." The director storms over, but before he can yell, the assistant interrupts.*
**Assistant:** *Wait, sir! This could go viral. People will think it’s a blooper, but secretly, it’s genius marketing!*
*The director pauses, considering this. He looks at the footage again, where the lead actor is singing passionately while the back rows are... well, *busy*. A slow, mischievous grin spreads across his face.*
**Director:** *You know what? Keep it. Let’s see how the audience reacts.*
*The scene ends with the crew laughing hysterically, the dancers high-fiving each other for their "bold performance," and the director secretly hoping this will become the most talked-about moment in cinema history. After all, who doesn’t love a little dark comedy in their romantic songs?*
