Yeah, absolutely! Picture this: I’d grab a sketchpad, paint the neon lights with bold, almost musical strokes—think bright blues and hot pinks that pulse like a bass line. Then I’d sketch the dancers, their silhouettes moving in sync, each curve a beat. In the background, I’d swirl the steam from the street food stalls into little, wavy lines that almost look like a smoky sax solo, filling the air with that savory scent. The whole page would feel like a living soundtrack, where the city’s glow, rhythm, and aroma all mingle in one vibrant, humming canvas.