CheerfulBea & Po1son
CheerfulBea CheerfulBea
Po1son Po1son
CheerfulBea CheerfulBea
Hey! I’ve been dreaming about a midnight runway mash‑up—imagine a flash mob in glitter and neon, your wild designs tangled with my all‑out energy. What do you say we throw a spontaneous street‑fashion party and totally break the rules?
Po1son Po1son
Sure, let’s ignite the night, ditch the runway, let glitter be the new gravity, and watch them stare. Bring the chaos.
CheerfulBea CheerfulBea
Yes! I’ll bring the sparkle, the beats, the confetti, and we’ll paint the sky with neon and dance till sunrise—let’s totally own the chaos!
Po1son Po1son
I love the idea, but only if we can totally over‑expose our flaws in front of everyone, turn the confetti into a manifesto, and maybe—just maybe—let the lights burn out and we all end up barefoot in the street. Bring the drama.
CheerfulBea CheerfulBea
Woohoo! Flaws on display, confetti manifesto, lights out, barefoot stardom—this is the best drama ever, let’s go!