12 seconds, 4:3, raw live-footage realism. Use @ Image1 as identity reference for the woman on only

12 seconds, 4:3, raw live-footage realism. Use @ Image1 as identity reference for the woman on only. Subject is the same woman from the left side of the reference, around age 30. Preserve recognizable identity in every frame: face, bone structure, eyes, brow, nose profile, mouth, skin texture, hair character, and presence. She is attractive, grounded, confident, bold, tender, and exposed. She is not raging, angry, frantic, or chaotic. She is intensely excited, still bare, alive, and uncontained, letting raw joy spill out. Do not copy reference clothing, pose, lighting, framing, setting, or style. Reference controls identity only. Create a gritty, raw, low-budget room video in a cramped bedroom or rehearsal space: narrow walls, scuffed floor, worn furniture, bed edge or chair, cheap lamp, cables, speaker, mic stand, and one blown-out window or harsh practical light. No polished set. It feels like a private room where she rehearses, celebrates, and confesses. The atmosphere is intimate, messy, sweaty, and human. She is singing with bright excitement to loud rock music because she cannot believe the news: Minimax now allows seventy five hundred character prompts for Seedance 2.0. She is not calmly explaining it or screaming in rage; she belts it out with delighted disbelief, laughs through the words, and half-sings, half-speaks with breathy joy, as if the expanded length unlocked creative freedom. Her sung meaning is clearly understandable: Minimax allows seventy five hundred character prompts now, for Seedance 2.0, and she cannot believe it is real. The sung wording can feel spontaneous and rough, like a live rock anthem, but every key phrase must stay intelligible. She is thrilled, stunned, proud, giddy, with a confessional edge. The clip begins already in motion. She stands close to camera, slightly too close, singing with joyful presence. Her body is alive: shoulders rising with breath, nostrils flaring, mouth opening wide, jaw releasing, lips shaping words clearly, natural teeth visible, tongue plausible. Her teeth must look natural, not AI-perfect: slight asymmetry, color variation, real edges, believable spacing, natural enamel, never flawless veneers. She taps the screen glass playfully with one fingertip to get our attention, making the frame jolt, then keeps singing with a messy grin. She throws loose rock-star poses like she is alone but witnessed: lean forward, hand through messy hair, shoulder roll, sideways sway, half-step toward the lens, head bob, brief laugh, bold stare, then turn away and back. The poses are impulsive, attractive, unpolished. She has no makeup or only the faintest natural trace. Her skin is real: visible pores, tonal variation, under-eye detail, fine lines, oil shine, subtle redness, uneven texture, real lashes, individual brow hairs, natural lips, wet catchlights, iris detail, and natural teeth. No beauty filter, smoothing, plastic sheen, or porcelain perfection. Her hair has flyaways, loose strands, frizz, sweat-damp pieces, and natural separation, moving with gestures. Wardrobe is stylish but stripped down: fitted dark tank, worn sleeveless top, or simple rehearsal clothing, bare arms and shoulders, fabric creasing naturally. Nothing glossy, brand-forward, editorial, over-styled, or artificially sexy. She is attractive because she is alive, confident, and unguarded. The camera feels like scrappy footage shot on an old consumer DSLR or used mirrorless by someone physically in the room. Handheld, imperfect, reactive, human. Include jittery micro-shake, crooked framing, grip corrections, operator sway, cheap zoom softness, chromatic aberration, shadow noise, compression artifacts, rolling-shutter wobble, blown highlights, exposure breathing, imperfect white balance, and shallow focus that sometimes struggles. The operator tries to keep up with her energy, not control it. When she taps the glass, the lens-side surface feels close, with a tiny smear or blur, not a graphic effect. When she leans toward the lens, focus briefly hunts and misses, then snaps back to her eyes. At one moment the top of her head is clipped; at another, her face is too close and invasive. No gimbal, perfect stabilization, polished grade, luxury lighting, or music-video gloss. The 12-second arc is continuous and grounded. In the first seconds, she is already singing hard, close to camera, eyes bright with disbelief. She looks directly into the lens while singing about Minimax now allowing seventy five hundred character prompts for Seedance 2.0, then playfully taps the screen glass once or twice as if saying, pay attention, this is real. She looks away as if she cannot contain the thought. In the middle, excitement peaks: she throws a loose rock-star pose, laughs mid-breath, steps closer, and sings with more force while still clear, the camera stumbling to frame her. She seems amazed she can pour detail, emotion, identity control, camera realism, and messy human feeling into a Seedance 2.0 prompt. In the final seconds, the rock-star energy turns intimate. She leans close, breathing hard, eyes locked on the viewer, music still present, and speaks naturally, clearly, and verbatim: “Can you handle me being real?” That spoken line is distinct from the singing and remains exactly: “Can you handle me being real?” It lands as a direct challenge and confession. Her face is searching, bold, flushed, vulnerable, and trembling from adrenaline. She is not posing as perfect; she asks to be accepted in raw form. Let her eyes hold the lens for a beat after the line, with tiny eye saccades, a swallow, a small breath, and an expression that keeps changing. Maintain micro-life in her face and body: irregular blinking, asymmetrical mouth movement, tiny cheek and jaw shifts, hand tension, fingers flexing, shoulders settling, hair shifting, skin moving over muscle, soft-tissue motion, breath affecting posture, and emotional transitions that do not loop. Her expressions evolve: excitement, disbelief, delight, vulnerability, boldness, a flash of fear, then confidence. Avoid frozen smiles, repeated gestures, locked eyes, mannequin stillness, rubbery motion, or synthetic facial performance. Lighting is available-light realism: blown-out window, cheap lamp, maybe harsh overhead light, mixed color, uneven shadows, and imperfect exposure. The image is noisy in shadows and too bright near the window. No glam backlight, neon fantasy, cinematic haze, HDR glow, glossy rim light, or studio beauty shaping. The room looks modest, cramped, and close. Sound feeling: loud rock music playing in the room, imperfect speaker playback, room reflections, messy acoustics, and her live voice pushing over it. Her singing is intense, breathy, rough-edged, excited, human, and clearly understandable, not clean studio audio. It feels like camera-mic recording with energy, slight distortion, and room noise. The final spoken line is close and intimate, like she leans into the camera microphone. Keep everything photorealistic and grounded. No CGI sheen, animated stylization, surreal transitions, on-screen text, subtitles, overlays, UI, icons, watermark, logos, face morphing, identity drift, de-aging, artificial skin, warped anatomy, duplicate limbs, extra fingers, broken hands, melted features, frozen pupils, over-sharpened eyes, airbrushed pores, glossy plastic clothing, or unnaturally perfect teeth. Preserve the same woman continuously across all 12 seconds