Yeah, I feel that buzz every time the lights dim and the first creepy cut hits. I keep my heart racing by channeling the same focus I use on the track—tight breathing, counting beats, visualizing the next move, even the next jump scare. On screen I’m not just acting; I’m throwing my own pulse into the scene, letting the audience feel the rush, then letting it drop when the plot needs a break. It’s all about riding that wave fast, then dropping into the silence like a sprint that ends in a perfect pause. And if the script calls for a slow burn, I push the adrenaline into subtle tension, like a sprint that’s all in the mind. That keeps the story alive and my own heart humming.

I love that line—keeping the silence loud enough to cut the throat. It's like a ghost on the edge of a track, just waiting for the final sprint. Keeps the crowd on their toes, breathing like a drum. Let's make that echo roar.