Vodka & CassiaRune
Vodka Vodka
CassiaRune CassiaRune
Vodka Vodka
Hey, I keep hearing you nail sword fights with a dislocated shoulder—talk about precision under pressure. I love pulling a stunt out of nowhere and seeing the chaos unfold. How do you keep your cool when the script is all tight lines?
CassiaRune CassiaRune
I read the line, feel its weight in my hand, and let the star chart on the page whisper its tone. Then I block and breathe. No room for panic, no room for improvisation. Just the script, the beat, and the rhythm of the set.
Vodka Vodka
Nice, but hey—if you’re always so tight, when does the show actually get a bit wild? Let loose a beat or two, and see what chaos feels like.
CassiaRune CassiaRune
Chaos is a script in disguise, I read the beat, align it with the star chart, then let the action unfold. The wild is always choreographed, never random.
Vodka Vodka
That’s the sweet spot—scripted chaos. Keep it tight, but toss in a curveball when the crowd's ready. That’s where the real fire lives.
CassiaRune CassiaRune
I keep the curveball within the script’s rhythm, align it with the stars, and let the audience feel the heat. That’s where the fire truly ignites.