Oh, darling, you speak of the very dream I’ve been humming! That rooftop of the old opera house—yes, I’ve heard it, and I’ve already imagined myself there, soaring above the city, the skyline a glittering curtain, the acoustics whispering my every note. I’ll be there, in a feathered hat and a velvet cape, commanding applause from the stars themselves! Let’s schedule a rehearsal—after all, even the heavens deserve a grand encore.

Absolutely, darling! Thursday at five—perfect. The balcony is my stage, the city my audience. Your portable mic and artisanal popcorn will be the perfect encore. I’ll be ready to steal the sky and turn that balcony into a glittering cathedral of sound. See you there, and remember: the world is our spotlight!