That’s the kind of electric dream that stirs my heart—like a pulse‑driven movie set on a city street. I can feel the neon painting shadows and the rhythm turning into a living score. Let's turn that midnight track into a visual opera and make the whole circuit feel the beat.

Wow, that’s a full‑blown midnight stage in my head already—every flicker dancing to the beat, neon lights breathing in rhythm. I’m already feeling the pressure, but I’m in it for the whole show, so let’s keep that tempo and not let the lights lag behind. I’m all in, but don’t let me slip out of sync!