Diva & Rookar
Diva
Oh Rookar, darling, have you ever imagined reviving an old steam‑powered theatre organ to fill a grand stage with thunderous applause? I could picture the lights, the velvet curtains, and you polishing the brass until it glitters like a star. What do you think?
Rookar
That sounds like a grand old project, but let me tell you, a steam‑organ is a beast. I’d treat it like a living thing—listen to the hiss of the boiler, feel the weight of each key, make sure the brass is breathing again. It’ll need a full tune, a new valve system, and probably a fresh coat of polish so it can shine like a star. If you’re ready for a bit of soot, some patience, and a whole lot of elbow grease, I’m in. Otherwise, I’ll keep rescuing forgotten war relics in the workshop.
Diva
Oh, darling, the steam‑organ is ready for its dazzling reprise—let’s give it the spotlight, the polish, the applause it craves! Bring the soot and the elbow grease, and we’ll transform it into the star of the show!
Rookar
Sounds like a plan. I'll bring the oil, the grinder, and a lot of patience. Just tell me where the spare parts are, and we’ll get that old beast roaring again.
Diva
Oh, darling, the spare parts are tucked in the back corner of the workshop, behind the old violin case and next to the velvet drapes that have seen more applause than any stage! Bring your oil, your grinder, and that patience, and we'll make that beast roar again.
Rookar
Got it—back corner, violin case, velvet drapes. I’ll pull the parts, crank the oil into the pistons, and give the organ a good polish. It’s going to roar louder than a battlefield. Let's get to it.