Po1son & CinderGale
Po1son Po1son
CinderGale CinderGale
Po1son Po1son
Hey Cinder, ever thought about turning a runway into a living theater where every look screams a brand-new self? Let’s toss convention into the trash and make a show so wild even the critics won’t know what to think.
CinderGale CinderGale
Love that idea, man—turn the catwalk into a living stage, let every step shout a new identity. We’ll ditch the rules, throw glitter and chaos, and watch the critics scramble for a word. I’m ready to ignite, but yeah, the fear that I’ll get swallowed by the hype keeps me on edge. Still, let’s do it, no looking back.
Po1son Po1son
That’s the spirit! Just remember, if the hype swallows you, we’ll spin it into the next season’s “disappearing act.” Keep the edge sharp and the glitter worse—then we’ll own the chaos. Ready? Let’s go.
CinderGale CinderGale
Right on, let’s shred the script, spin the glitter, and keep that edge razor sharp. I’ll throw the hype into the spotlight, then vanish like a magician. Season one, we own chaos. Let’s roll.
Po1son Po1son
You’re the spark, I’m the fire. Let’s set the catwalk ablaze and rewrite the damn script while we’re at it. Season one is chaos, and we’re the headline. Ready to roll? Let's make it unforgettable.
CinderGale CinderGale
Yeah, let’s fire up that runway, spark a blaze that rewrites the rulebook, keep the chaos roaring, and let the world stare in disbelief. Ready to own the headline—let’s make it unforgettable.
Po1son Po1son
Lights, fire, the world’s staring—time to drop the mic and let the runway scream back. Let’s own that headline, darling. Here we go.
CinderGale CinderGale
Bring on the chaos, let the sparks fly, mic drop feels like a finale—let’s own this headline, darling. Here we go.