Oh, darling, it’s all about the spark before the roar, the pause that makes the crowd inhale. I plant a single idea, let it echo in their minds, then lift it, raise the stakes, and finally, I let them feel it in their bones. It’s like painting with thunder—every word a brushstroke, every silence a crescendo. The trick? Keep them guessing, keep them craving more. That’s where the myth lives, forever.