Nolana & Rumbal
Rumbal
Hey Nolana, what if we turn the city into our own dance floor tonight—spinning neon lights, midnight taco trucks, and a spontaneous salsa battle with strangers? Bring your groove, I'll bring the chaos!
Nolana
Oh, let’s paint the streets with our rhythm, neon dreams, taco steam, salsa sparks—yes, I’m all in for that midnight fiesta, let the chaos be our beat!
Rumbal
Boom, that’s the fire! We’ll light up the sky with confetti rockets, drop beats so loud the pigeons start dancing—just keep your sneakers on, because this floor is a moving maze of energy! Let's make the whole block feel the pulse, Nolana!
Nolana
Yes! Sneakers tight, beats blaring, confetti shooting—pigeons will be tapping their feet and the whole block will feel the pulse, I’m ready to turn this maze into a living, breathing dance floor!
Rumbal
Yo, that’s the spirit! Let’s crank the bass, toss the confetti, and make the whole block groove like a living drum line—ready to shake the night till sunrise? Let's go!
Nolana
Absolutely—bass booming, confetti flying, we’re turning the block into a neon drum circle, shaking the night till the sun smiles on our feet! Let's do it!