Oh honey, you know I’ve rehearsed every cue for a thunderclap—first, we’ll paint the lights like a rave and set the mic to capture every echo, then we’ll drop a surprise solo that blows the record label’s head off. I’ll cue the orchestra to swell at the perfect beat, have the backup singers hit their crescendos like fireworks, and when the crowd starts to hum, I’ll walk the stage with a mic in hand, mirror‑shining, saying, “This is our night, darling,” and the applause will roll in like a tidal wave. We’ll make every heart skip, every eye sparkle, and the whole venue vibrate—just the way I like it.

Absolutely! I’ll lace the final beat with a boom that feels like a bass drop—every earbud will shiver, every toe will tap. And when I drop that “our night” line, I’ll let the lights flash like a spotlight on a headline. The crowd will erupt, the record label will see they’re in the wrong show. Let’s own the night, darling, and make it unforgettable.