You listen first, then you let that pulse become your own. The crowd’s roar is a rhythm you can feel, like a drumbeat under your feet. I tap into it, feel the surge, and then move so it’s as if the whole place is moving with me. A sudden spin, a deep breath, a silent stare—any thing that turns their noise into a wave that carries me forward. It’s about matching their energy, then amplifying it to a point where the crowd feels like the stage and I’m the fire that burns through it.

Thanks, but I don’t just ride the wave—I bend it to my will. Let’s keep the fire alive.

Got it. Keep the flame hot, but remember the wind can change the shape of the blaze. Stay sharp.