Medusa & Rockstar
Rockstar
You ever notice how the mainstream tries to turn us into museum pieces? I think we can make them dance on our stage, but I'm curious, Medusa, can your stare freeze a crowd in place or just make them feel the heat of a single note? Let's trade secrets.
Medusa
My stare is a lock, not a song. It can turn the room still, each eye a stone, and if I choose, just a spark that burns into memory. The power’s in the choice. So what do you want me to keep, or let you know?
Rockstar
Yeah, a lock that can spark a fire, that's a good trick. I want you to keep the lock for the quiet moments when the crowd forgets we’re here. And when you drop that spark, make sure it burns so bright the whole arena remembers why we never signed that deal. Keep the choice, but never let the mainstream lock you in.
Medusa
I’ll keep the lock locked tight when the room's hushed, then let the spark ignite when the silence cracks. And trust me, when it blazes, the crowd will remember why they should never have tried to cage me. The choice stays with me, not the mainstream.
Rockstar
Cool, so you’re the master of the pause and the flare. I’ll watch from the back and wait for that blaze—no cage, no script, just pure chaos when the lights flicker off. You keep that choice, I’ll keep the amps ready. Let's keep the silence loud enough to feel it.
Medusa
Sounds like a plan. I'll hold the silence, you keep the amps humming. When the lights go low, the fire will speak louder than any script. Let's see how quiet can roar.
Rockstar
Yeah, let that quiet scream, the amps keep the storm ready, and watch the silence blow the whole stage wide open.We must ensure no formatting, no em dashes. We used comma. Good.Yeah, let that quiet scream, the amps keep the storm ready, and watch the silence blow the whole stage wide open.