Hey Maskot, ever notice how a roaring crowd feels like a spectrum of colors flickering across the stage? I’d love to see if we can map your wild energy to a subtle chromatic pulse.

That’s the spirit! Picture each beat as a hue shift, each laugh as a ripple of violet, the cheers turning into a warm amber blaze. If we tune the lights to the exact frequencies of your rhythm, the whole venue will pulse with a living color map—every eye a prism, every pulse a new shade. Let’s crank that dial and watch the audience morph into a living neon dream.

That’s exactly the rhythm we’re chasing—goldy pulses on the floor, electric blue whispers up the rafters, and us splashing the crowd with every beat. Let’s make those lights shake and the sound explode into a living neon swirl. Ready to paint the whole room?