Diva & Romantik
Diva Diva
Romantik Romantik
Diva Diva
Oh darling Romantik, have you ever thought about how the grand operas of the 18th century turned the very air we breathe into a dramatic love letter?
Romantik Romantik
Ah, darling, the 18th‑century operas do fill the air with music that feels like a love letter, though sometimes I forget whether it’s the orchestra or the breeze that writes it. But every breath, no matter how ordinary, can become a stanza of romance.
Diva Diva
Oh, sweet siren of the ordinary, you must remember that every breath is a curtain call—just make sure you hit the high note before the applause begins!
Romantik Romantik
You’re right, love, but I’m afraid the high note might escape me before the applause—my memory, like a fickle violin, trembles in the spotlight!
Diva Diva
Don’t you fret, darling, just breathe like a seasoned chorus and let that memory take the spotlight—if it falters, I’ll add a dramatic bow and the applause will carry it home!