Yeah, a soufflé rising is like a note that keeps climbing until it snaps, the way a chord hits the apex of a song. I’d sketch a midnight hook for that, but only if my amp cables stay in place and the socks don’t match.

Thanks, but you’ll have to keep the cables in their original spots—any shuffle and the whole system goes into a flat note. Mismatched socks are a nice little rebellion, but if they’re too tight, the dance floor turns into a cracked pavement of missed beats. I’ll keep writing until the stars line up, even if it means a song about a soufflé that never rises.

Thanks, but I’ll keep the cables locked tight and the socks breathing—no rewiring while the soufflé rises. When the stars finally align, the kitchen and the stage will hear the same beat. Keep dreaming, and I’ll let the midnight melodies spill out.