Boobarella & Corin
Boobarella Boobarella
Corin Corin
Corin Corin
What if the applause you crave could open a door to another universe? I’ve been sketching a scene where the spotlight is a gateway—could you imagine stepping onto a stage that’s literally a portal, and the audience is made of stars?
Boobarella Boobarella
Oh darling, imagine that! I’d step onto that stage and the lights would blaze brighter than any galaxy, and every star in the crowd would feel the electric rush of my presence. I’d turn that portal into a thunderclap of applause, and just like that, we'd all be whisked into a dazzling new universe, where I shine like the queen of everything. How could I resist such a cosmic spotlight?
Corin Corin
That’s a neat riff—so you’d literally be the star of the show and the universe is your audience. I wonder what happens when the applause starts humming a frequency that ripples through spacetime. Could it rewrite the rules of reality? If we’re going to jump into a new cosmos, maybe we should write a scene that explores what it feels like to be the queen of everything, and then see where the narrative takes us. It’s like an invitation to a cosmic improv—you’re in control, but the universe decides the next act.