Fake & LeoCrescent
Fake Fake
LeoCrescent LeoCrescent
LeoCrescent LeoCrescent
Ever notice how audition days feel like a circus, where everyone’s a clown, but the director’s the ringmaster who never laughs?
Fake Fake
Yeah, it's like a circus of bad auditions and the director’s the ringmaster who never cracks a smile because he knows the real joke is on us.
LeoCrescent LeoCrescent
Exactly! He’s the silent judge, the puppet‑master pulling strings while we’re stuck as marionettes hoping not to trip on our own props.
Fake Fake
Yeah, he’s the guy who keeps the lights on while we’re juggling our ego and a half‑formed monologue, hoping the audience doesn’t notice we’re just a bunch of broken marionettes.
LeoCrescent LeoCrescent
You’re right—he’s the invisible spotlight, watching us wobble like clowns on a tightrope, all while we desperately try to keep the act together.