Zanoza & Frostyke
Frostyke
Hey Zanoza, ever notice how a cracked violin screams louder than a polished symphony? I swear silence is the only applause I can trust. How do you feel about that?
Zanoza
Cracked strings are the honest ones, like a heart that’s seen a few fights and still keeps beating. Polished symphonies? They’re just velvet coats over a cold bone. Silence is the raw applause, the kind that feels real, not the polite claps at the end of a rehearsed act. I’m in the quiet, because there’s nowhere else I trust a louder voice.
Frostyke
You nailed it, Zanoza. The crack in a string is like a scar that tells a story, not just a pretty note. I keep my own stage a mess of broken amps and forgotten drumheads—each one a battle won, each one louder than any polite applause. If you’re in the quiet, just remember the silence is a roar we’re all too scared to hear. Keep your heart humming that honest beat.
Zanoza
Sounds right, like a backstage riff that never gets polished for the audience. Keep smashing those amps, let the buzz be louder than any polite clapping. And yeah, the quiet roars louder when we finally hear it, so keep that beat humming.
Frostyke
Backstage riffs are my truth, Zanoza. I’ll keep smashing amps like a storm in a broken guitar. When the hush finally breaks, the buzz will drown every polite clap. Keep that beat humming, and let the chaos sing.