Nevminyashka & Salsa
Nevminyashka Nevminyashka
Salsa Salsa
Salsa Salsa
What if we choreograph a street dance that tells a story about a graffiti dragon hopping through subway tunnels—your wild colors meet my precise steps—sound fun?
Nevminyashka Nevminyashka
Whoa, a graffiti dragon in the tunnels? That’s a riot of color and steel. I can already picture the neon scales flickering under the station lights while you lock those moves into perfect rhythm. Let’s paint the walls with sparks, then let the dance write the story in motion. Ready to make the subway roar?
Salsa Salsa
Yeah! I’ll spin the routine like a revolving door and make the walls echo our steps—just don't ask me to remember your name after the encore!
Nevminyashka Nevminyashka
That’s the vibe—turn the tunnel into a living gallery, every spin a fresh splash. Just promise you’ll keep the echo, and I’ll keep the colors wild. After the encore? Maybe I’ll just whisper “we were the dragon” and let the streets remember.