Kisska & Juke
Kisska
Hey Juke, ever think about mixing paint splashes with dance moves? Like a living mural in motion.
Juke
Yeah, that’s pure fire—imagine every beat splashing color on the floor, the floor becoming a canvas. I’d love to choreograph a routine that leaves a streak of paint like a living mural, but gotta plan the moves so the paint doesn’t ruin the floor. It’s a tough balance, but the rush? Unbeatable. Ready to paint the stage?
Kisska
Sounds wild, but yeah, hit it. Just keep the flow tight and trust the paint to follow your rhythm. Let's make that floor a living canvas.
Juke
Okay, let’s drop the beat, splash the paint, and let the floor do the talking—no mistakes, just pure rhythm and color. Bring it on!
Kisska
Let's make the floor roar with color and sound—no room for slips, just pure chaos we own. Ready to paint the night.
Juke
Let’s set the floor on fire—no slips, just pure, relentless motion and color. Bring the chaos, I’m ready to own the night.
Kisska
You ready, then let’s turn the floor into a wildfire of paint and beats—no limits, just pure, relentless chaos. Let’s own this night.
Juke
Yeah, let’s light it up—beats blasting, paint flying, no holding back. We’re owning this floor, this night, nothing but fire and rhythm. Let’s go!