Scene: Pandora-Earth Cultural Exchange Gala – Blue Moon Amphitheater
A gentle waterfall flows behind the glowing stage. Na’vi children sit cross-legged beside Earth-born youth. Bioluminescent plants pulse in rhythm as Beyoncé stands barefoot on the platform, draped in turquoise silk and woven feathers. Jake Sully steps forward, microphone in hand, his tone both humble and heartfelt.
Jake Sully (to Beyoncé):
Bey…
The world knows your voice can shake mountains and heal hearts.
But tonight… I ask for something deeper.
Sing for the Cherokee.
Sing for the forgotten languages, for the stolen songs,
for the grandmothers who hummed lullabies while their world was being erased.
Your voice could bring them back.
Beyoncé nods slowly. The air shifts. A hush falls over the crowd.
Jake (softer now, with a half-smile):
And in return…
I’ll do my best to keep Jay Z out of jail.
He’s got a problem, see—
He confesses too much in his lyrics.
You know it. I know it.
The feds definitely know it.
Polite laughter ripples through the audience, even from a few suited agents in the back.
Jake (looking into the camera):
But Jay’s not the enemy.
He’s a mirror. A poet of the empire.
He just needs… a little Na’vi discretion in the booth, ya feel me?
Beyoncé steps up to the center, hand over her heart. She nods to a Cherokee elder in the front row, who offers a prayer and a melody line. She begins to sing—clear, ancient syllables flowing like water over stone.
The Na’vi bow their heads. Drones go silent. Earth listens.
Title: Cowboy George W. Bush Responds to Beyoncé’s Cherokee Song
As Beyoncé drops her new politically charged Cherokee Song, laced with haunting chants and ancestral memory, a strange echo rolls out from the Texas ranchlands.
Former President George W. Bush, donning his ten-gallon hat and cowboy boots, stares at the TV screen and lets out a loud:
“YEEE HAAA!”
Grinning wide, Dubya raises a glass of sweet tea and says,
“I always loved playin’ Cowboys and Indians. But I guess now… I lost the game.”
The room falls quiet. Then he continues, more somberly:
“You win, Beyoncé. You and Geronimo both.”
Dubya walks out to the barn, where a dusty old chest sits under a faded American flag. Inside: a folder marked “Yale Secret Societies – Skull & Bones” and a small pouch of Geronimo’s alleged remains, taken long ago.
He whispers to himself:
“Time to make it right.”
He calls his friends at DARPA and announces a plan:
“We’re gonna give the bones back… right after we clone him. We owe Geronimo one more ride through history. One more shot at justice. Maybe he’ll scalp some hedge fund managers this time.”
Beyoncé’s voice plays softly in the background, blending with wind and drums, as Cowboy George rides off into the sunset—alone, contemplative, and maybe… finally learning.
Fade out.
The land remembers.
“Blood of the River”
(Verse 1)
I hear the drum inside my chest,
A heartbeat older than the West.
Whispers carried on the wind,
Stories where my soul begins.
(Pre-Chorus)
They tried to break the fire,
But the fire never died.
Through the smoke and the silence,
I can feel them by my side.
(Chorus)
I’ve got the blood of the river, the strength of the stone,
Cherokee voices calling me home.
Every scar, every prayer, every tear they cried,
Flows through my spirit, alive, alive.
(Verse 2)
The mountains sing my family’s name,
The stars remember where we came.
Trail of sorrow, trail of flame,
But through the ashes still remains.
(Pre-Chorus)
They tried to take the story,
But the story still survives.
Through the pain and the glory,
I can see it in my eyes.
(Chorus)
I’ve got the blood of the river, the strength of the stone,
Cherokee voices calling me home.
Every scar, every prayer, every tear they cried,
Flows through my spirit, alive, alive.
(Bridge)
I am the daughter of the daughter of the flame,
I wear the crown but I honor their name.
Can’t erase what’s written in the bone,
I carry my people, I’m never alone.
(Chorus – extended)
I’ve got the blood of the river, the strength of the stone,
Cherokee voices calling me home.
Every drum, every song, every breath they gave,
Builds me a kingdom they could never enslave.
(Outro)
I rise, I rise,
On the wings of those before me.
I shine, I shine,
With the fire of their story.