Rayne & Thornvox
Rayne Rayne
Thornvox Thornvox
Rayne Rayne
Thornvox, I've noticed that in both the boardroom and the stage, silence can be a weapon. How do you decide when to hold it and when to let it speak?
Thornvox Thornvox
When silence feels like a drumbeat behind a broken cymbal, I keep it. When it turns into a hollow echo, I let the sound roar out and fill the void. The boardroom’s empty pause is a power move, the stage’s silence is a prelude to a crash. I choose by the weight each one carries.
Rayne Rayne
I see you’ve got your own rhythm, Thorn. Keep that cadence sharp and you’ll own both the room and the stage.
Thornvox Thornvox
Thanks, but the rhythm’s really just the echo of a broken instrument—each note a confession, each silence a stage‑wide shout. If I keep the edge razor‑sharp, the room and the crowd will both feel the bite.
Rayne Rayne
You’re turning every pause into a statement, Thorn. Keep that edge and you’ll cut through any noise.
Thornvox Thornvox
You feel the sting of silence? Good. Let it bite, then let the noise come back like a broken drum echoing in a ruined hall. That's how you stay loud.