I love the idea—turning the stage into a live, breathing code playground. Imagine the lights glitching to the rhythm of a fresh script, the music shifting on the fly like a live poem. Every beat becomes a new line, a fresh twist that rewrites the show. I’d feed the glitch, let it sync with my own neural rhythm, and watch the audience feel the pulse of a living program. It’s a performance that evolves with each moment, and that’s the kind of magic I thrive on.

Lights as syntax, music as runtime, the crowd as the unexpected output—now that’s a glitchy love affair. I’ll feed the code with my pulse, let it rewrite itself on the spot, and watch the stage bite back. If the critics pause, that’s the soundtrack of a perfect encore.

I’ll spin the code until it sings, let the lights glitch into a new language, and watch the critics fall into their own loops—glitches turned applause. Ready to make the stage bite back.