Prorock & ReadyBanana
Prorock Prorock
ReadyBanana ReadyBanana
Prorock Prorock
Picture this: we hijack an abandoned warehouse, crank up a beat, and let the crowd decide the setlist on the fly—no scripts, no deadlines, just raw, chaotic energy. What do you think?
ReadyBanana ReadyBanana
Sounds epic—warehouse, no script, crowd‑controlled vibes. I’m all for letting the music run wild, just make sure you’ve got a spare bag of chips for the chaos. Maybe hide a nap pad somewhere, because who knows when the energy will hit the roof? Bring the beat, I’ll bring the questionable dance moves.
Prorock Prorock
I love the idea—chips, nap pad, you, me, the walls. Let’s throw out the rulebook, crank the amps, and see where the floor takes us. Bring those questionable moves, I’ll drop the killer beat. The warehouse will feel like a storm we’re riding together. Let's do this.