In black-and-white, Dua Lipa dances against the wall. Spots of neon green, pink and orange dot the bottom and sides of the screen.
A small square forms within the screen as she bends down, fanning her face.
She points with her two fingers as splashes of neon red and green drip on the screen.
In color, she dances by her window at night. Another square forms as she smiles to herself.
A cursive, neon Silk City sign hangs somewhere in the city.
Lit in electric blue, she touches her neck.
Back in color, she points at the screen. With a white light on her, she traces a heart with her fingers. In electric blue, she slides against the wall.
Back in black-and-white, she snaps her fingers.
In color, she puts her hands over head and shakes her hips as she dances in her kitchen. Lime green spots dot her face.
Dua Lipa fixes the strap of her bra top and sits on the couch. Her phone dings and she reads the text: “have to cancel. Next week maybe?” She types yes and then stares around her apartment. Another text: “We’re sorry! Kisses.” She turns off her phone and wipes away a tear. It was the third time they cancelled. She deletes their numbers from her contact list.
She heads into the kitchen and opens the refrigerator. Getting out the milk and a bowl, she pours herself some cereal. Leaning against the sink, she flips on the radio and listens to the radio. Putting her bowl on the counter, she starts to dance by herself.
In the corner, she imagines the DJ spinning and waving to her. She sees her friends rush over to her as she continues to dance. Her boyfriend puts her arm around her.
She returns to her bedroom and changes into a sweatshirt and shorts. It’s another weekend home. She turns on the television. Her dog whines to go outside and she takes him out on the leash. She watches a couple kiss and stares at the ground.
Director: N/A Year: 2018