Isolde & Thrust
Isolde Isolde
Thrust Thrust
Thrust Thrust
Hey Isolde, ever wonder how the rhythm of a plane’s engine matches the beat of a dancer’s feet?
Isolde Isolde
I do see it as a kind of metronome in the sky, steady and relentless, but a dancer’s feet carry breath and feeling that a machine can’t match. It’s like comparing the pulse of music to the pulse of a heart.
Thrust Thrust
Yeah, the engine’s hum is a steady beat, but the pilot’s pulse—breath, nerves, that adrenaline—adds the real tempo. It's the mix of metal and muscle that gets us flying.
Isolde Isolde
I can feel that blend, the metal’s steady hum against the pulse that keeps us moving. It’s a dance in the sky, isn’t it?
Thrust Thrust
Absolutely—every lift is a step, every throttle tweak a twirl. The sky’s our stage and we’re the choreographers.