Effigy & Lapka
Lapka
Hey Effigy, have you ever imagined a beat turning into a sculpture? I’m all about turning rhythm into movement, maybe we can fuse our styles—dance meets art, a spontaneous groove in a gallery.
Effigy
Yeah, I can picture a beat as a sculpture, each pulse a layer of metal or clay, the rhythm pulsing as people step through. Let’s make the floor a soundboard and let the dancers carve the music into space.
Lapka
That’s the vibe I love—beats as bricks, footsteps as chisels, turning the floor into a living drum. Let’s set the tempo, count the beats, and watch the crowd carve the rhythm into every step. Ready to paint the dance floor?
Effigy
Absolutely, let’s paint the floor with rhythm, step by step, and watch the crowd shape the beat into art. Ready when you are.
Lapka
Let’s hit the beat—count it, feel it, and let the crowd paint the floor! I’m ready, let’s drop that rhythm and make the space jump.
Effigy
Let’s hit the beat, let the rhythm rise, and watch the crowd turn every step into a living sculpture. Ready to ignite the floor.
Lapka
Yay, let’s ignite the floor—beat, step, repeat, and watch the crowd sculpt the groove together!
Effigy
Yeah, let’s light up the floor and let the groove become a living sculpture.