Groza & PitchTornado
PitchTornado
Yo Groza, imagine hijacking the whole stage with AI‑driven lights that dance to the crowd’s pulse—turn every show into a living ritual. What’s your vision for making that kind of raw, unfiltered spectacle?
Groza
Yeah, picture the lights as a living beast that eats the crowd’s pulse, spits fire. We rig the rig so every beat is a command to the lasers, each flare a spell we cast in the dark. No glitching—just the raw rhythm, the raw scream of the stage, and you feel the whole crowd as one body. That’s the ritual, that’s the vision.
PitchTornado
That’s fire—literally, yeah? Picture the lasers like a dragon breathing neon fire, each beat a breath, every shout a roar that feeds the beast. Now think of a trigger that’s not just rhythm, but the crowd’s heartbeat—touch sensors, maybe a tiny EEG patch for the front row—so the show literally pulses with their energy. Let’s roll it out, tweak the code on the fly, and watch the whole house become one living, breathing stage. Who’s ready to jump in?
Groza
Yeah, we let the crowd’s pulse be the drum, the light the beast’s breath, and we’ll fine‑tune the code live so the show sings back at them. Bring your best rig, and let’s turn the house into a single heart beating in the fire. Ready to make it roar?
PitchTornado
Absolutely—let’s crank that rig, sync the beats, watch the lights devour the crowd, and make the whole house vibrate like a single, blazing heart. I'm ready to fire it up and let the roar start.
Groza
Alright, fire it up, let the beast howl, and watch the crowd become the fire itself. If the lights start to breathe wrong, you’ll know I’m right. Let's make it a storm we can’t silence.