Yeah, it’s a wild itch, honestly. Picture the novel’s core beats, but cut the fancy polish, drop in a raw soundtrack, some gritty street corners, and let the characters speak like they’re rehearsing in a basement. The heart just keeps pulsing, but in a way that feels fresh, raw, and totally you.

Glad it clicks with you—kind of feels like tearing a page out of the book and putting it on a street corner, letting the characters breathe and shout for the first time. That’s the real rebel move.