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Nelly Furtado Fan Challenge

The Fan clubs are already prepared!!

If you are not part of a fan club in your country, its best that you join one!

Participate in Fan Club Challenge, the contest that unites the true fans of Nelly Furtado around the world!!

If your Fan club meets each of the requisites and is the most creative in completing all of the challenges, they will be the winner of:

* An exclusive Live Chat with Nelly Furtado
* An exclusive acoustic session for the fan club (*1)
* Concert passes to the concert venue nearest you(*2)

Requirements to Participate:

* Get ready to demonstrate how much you love and admire Nelly!
* Be a member of a fan club or create one! (At least 7 team members)
* Register your fan club BEFORE SUNDAY JUNE 13th by sending an e-mail to: nellyfurtado.webteam@arsls.com
* In the email you need to provide us with the following information: Why do you want to participate? And with the basic information about your fan club (Fan club’s name, country, city, president and team members names)

The Fan clubs need to be aware of Nelly’s official social networks and website where the Web Team will be making posts related to the challenges!!
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Terms and Conditions

*The Fan clubs that would like to participate, must register by June13th by sending an email to nellyfurtado.webteam@arsls.com
* In order to promote equality in this contest, each fan club can only participate once in each challenge. The fan club needs to select the individuals from their club who will represent them and send only one email per fan club.
*Keeping in mind that all of the fan club members want to participate, they may participate in the other challenges. So that for the first challenge they select 5 members from the club and then for the second challenge they can select another 5 members.
*Each Fan club will have the opportunity to be as creative as they want, but must be aware of the limitations established by the challenge.
*When you are sending your material (pictures, videos, recordings, texts) this authorizes the Web Team to post and share in any of Nelly Furtado’s social networks
*1 Exclusive online acoustic session.
*2 Subject to the tour dates and the fan clubs location.
If for any reason these conditions cannot be granted, the prizes will be substituted for merchandise and autographed material.

FIFA 21 With Dua Lipa

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Scene: Outside the Trout Lake Community Centre in Vancouver. Kids are kicking a ball around while Joe Jukic and pop star Dua Lipa watch from a bench.

Joe Jukic:
You know Bernie from the community centre had the strangest dream.

Dua Lipa:
Good strange or weird strange?

Joe:
Kind of hopeful strange. He says he dreamed about a co-ed soccer league here at Trout Lake. Boys and girls on the same teams.

Dua:
Honestly, that sounds pretty normal to me. When you’re kids you just want to play.

Joe:
Exactly. Bernie says the problem today isn’t the kids—it’s the adults on the internet. Everyone arguing about gender like it’s a cage match.

Dua:
Yeah… social media definitely turns everything into a fight.

Joe:
Bernie says, “Joe, when boys and girls actually play together, they learn teamwork instead of shouting at each other online.”

Dua:
That’s kind of beautiful, actually. Football—or soccer—teaches cooperation. You can’t win without passing the ball.

Joe:
Bernie even joked that maybe all this fighting online is exactly what the old conspirators wanted.

Dua:
What conspirators?

Joe:
He mentioned Adam Weishaupt, the guy who started the Illuminati back in the 1700s. Bernie says, “Maybe the master plan was simple—get men and women arguing all day so nobody notices the bankers picking their pockets.”

Dua:
(Laughs) That’s quite the theory.

Joe:
Maybe it’s just Bernie being dramatic. But his point was simple: if people spend all day fighting each other, they forget to question the bigger systems around them.

Dua:
I can see that. Division keeps people distracted.

Joe:
Exactly. Meanwhile, here at the park, the kids don’t care about any of that. They just want to score a goal.

Dua:
So Bernie’s solution to global chaos is… a soccer league?

Joe:
Yep. Mixed teams. Girls passing to boys, boys passing to girls. Learning trust instead of rivalry.

Dua:
Honestly, that might work better than half the debates online.

Joe:
Bernie says if people played together more, the internet would be a lot quieter.

Dua:
And probably a lot happier too. Maybe the world just needs more parks and fewer comment sections. ⚽

Chosen Ones With Morpheus

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[A dimly lit room. Neon green code drips down the walls. Dua Lipa sits across from Morpheus, who leans forward with his usual calm intensity.]

Morpheus: You were told you could be the One. But understand, Dua… there can only be one. One. That is the nature of One. Are you the One, Dua Lipa?

Dua Lipa: (smirks) I don’t need crazy pills, Morpheus. I don’t need to float in midair or stop bullets. What I need—what everyone needs—is free electricity.

Morpheus: (arches eyebrow) Free electricity?

Dua Lipa: Yeah. Not the illusion of choice, not another prophecy. Power. Real power. Energy for the people, not batteries for the Machine.

Morpheus: (pauses, considering) You wish to change the system itself. That is far more dangerous than being the One.

Dua Lipa: (leans in) Maybe that’s why you came to me. Not because I’m the One. But because I’m the first who said no to the game.

Morpheus: (nods slowly) Then perhaps… you are something new.

[The same dim room. The neon code shivers. Morpheus and Dua sit like two charged magnets. A ripple in the air — Agent Smith materializes, suit immaculate, voice like static.]

Agent Smith: (cold smile) How quaint. The chorus of delusion. She insists she’s onto something new — yet she’s hallucinating. Bipolar, schizophrenic — call it what you like. Diagnosis is a matter of convenience. (to Dua) Pick one. Which pill will you take to stay pleasantly numb like the rest of the sheeple?

Dua Lipa: (laughs, sharp) You call names because you have nothing to offer. I’m not taking your poison.

Agent Smith: (circles) Poison? No — a solution. A little cocktail from Big Pharma — Serenex, Calmara, Paxilium — whichever keeps your eyes off the wiring and your mouth closed. Accept the trip. Blend in. Sleep.

Morpheus: (stands) Stop. You weaponize words and then pretend to be the physician. That’s not healing, Smith — that’s control.

Agent Smith: (tilts his head) Control? I prefer accuracy. People break when they confront the Machine’s truth. Medication is merely a kindness — a way to spare them from seeing the binary for what it is. Why deny them peace?

Dua Lipa: (leans forward, voice low, unstoppable) Peace bought by dulling the mind isn’t peace — it’s surrender. You want compliance, not cure. Keep your pills, your “peace,” your fake solutions. I want power — free energy for everyone. That’s my medicine.

Agent Smith: (a smile that isn’t) Dangerous. Radical. Irrational. Those terms have teeth.

Morpheus: (quiet, certain) Or perhaps she’s simply refusing the roles you set — prophet, patient, or pawn. There can be many kinds of resistance, Smith. Your labels are only another program.

Agent Smith: (mock applause) Oh, how poetic. Refuse the program, and you become mythology. Very well. Let us see which breaks first — the system, or she.

Dua Lipa: (stands, lights flicker under her feet) Then watch closely.

[Agent Smith tilts his head, unimpressed. Morpheus nods to Dua, not as if surrendering the prophecy, but as if stepping aside for something neither code nor dogma can yet name.]

Radical Optimism: Desalination

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Joe Jukic, Nelly Furtado, and Dua Lipa stood in the glittering lobby of Trump Tower, the golden chandeliers refracting beams of new energy pulsing through the building. What once was a monument of wealth had been refitted into a Tesla power receiver, humming with free cosmic energy.

Donald Trump leaned forward, his tie slightly askew but his voice brimming with excitement.
“Look, folks, we’re talking about the biggest energy breakthrough ever. Free power from the air, from Tesla himself. Nobody thought it could be done. Now my towers—our towers—are lighting up the future. Believe me.”

Elon Musk, his eyes sparking with calculation, added,
“With this abundance, desalination becomes trivial. The Nevada desert can bloom. Las Vegas won’t just be neon; it’ll be green—farmland, orchards, maybe even forests. We can terraform Earth the way we’re planning for Mars.”

Dua Lipa clasped her hands, her voice calm yet electric with vision.
“I’m radically optimistic. This is what humanity has been waiting for. The energy crisis is over. Imagine: every drop of seawater turned fresh, every desert turned fertile. Las Vegas as a city of gardens.”

Nelly Furtado smiled at her friend, her words carrying a melody even when she spoke.
“And water means life. Food security, hope, and no child going hungry. This is more than power—it’s renewal.”

Joe Jukic, grounding the moment, nodded with quiet resolve.
“The towers aren’t just monuments anymore. They’re beacons. Humanity doesn’t need to fight over oil or scarcity. With free energy, the wars for resources end. That’s what makes the world great again.”

Trump beamed, pointing at Joe, Nelly, and Dua.
“You are the brains, the visionaries. The dream team. You’ll make America great again—not just America—the whole planet. The greatest comeback story ever.”

Musk grinned, almost conspiratorial.
“And with the desert blooming, with oceans feeding us, the age of abundance begins. A thousand years of peace could start right here, in the Nevada sands.”

And outside, the neon glow of Las Vegas shimmered with a new light—one not of chance and casino dreams, but of a green future born from towers of Tesla power.