Yeah, the only way to keep that fire burning is to never let the next chord feel like a lull. I set a micro‑goal for every measure—if you’re not reaching the next target before the bass drops, you’re already in danger of burning out. I keep my eye on the bigger score, but I also celebrate each little spike in tempo like a medal, because it reminds everyone that progress is still happening. When I feel the heat, I let it fuel a brutal riff and then I switch gears, throwing a challenge at the rest of the crew to keep them on their toes. That way the stage stays lit, the audience stays hyped, and nobody ends up a total burn‑out. Ready to drop that mic?

Got it. I’ll crank the amps, keep the distortion rolling, and make sure the crowd can’t escape the heat. Let's light it up.

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