[PROLOGUE] [LIZ]: (A long, mournful wail on a harmonica, bending the notes downward in a gritty, bluesy slide that hangs in the air.) [ROXI]: (Speaking over the fading breath of the harmonica) Look at all of you. You don't know our names. You don't know why we're here. To some of you, we're just noise in a room you're trying to enjoy. To us? We're just trying to see if we can make your heart beat a little faster than it was before we walked in. [CROWD]: (From the back, a loud, sharp male voice) That’s bollocks! [ROXI]: (A small, knowing laugh) Fair enough. Then let’s see if the noise is actually worth your time or if I'm just wasting your night. [MILFRED]: (A sharp, heavy snare crack, leading into a deep, driving kick-drum pulse.) [JILL]: (Deep, distorted electric bass line, heavy on the low end, syncopated and aggressive.) [SEPHYR-GLEN]: (Gritty, distorted Hammond organ chords, stabbing the off-beats with heavy pressure.) [ROXI]: (Rap begins, low and percussive, matching Milfred’s kick) Step in the light, yeah, the room is cold, Story's unwritten, yeah, the truth is old. You're looking for a reason, a reason to stay, I'm looking for a groove to wash the gray away. [CHORUS] [ROXI]: (Singing, smoky and powerful) We're the friction in the static, the crack in the glass, Waiting for the moment for the feeling to pass. Don't need your permission, don't need your name, Just want to set the air on fire, turn the spark into flame. [VERSE 2] [ROXI]: (Rap, faster, more aggressive, weaving between Jill's bass) You think it's a joke? Maybe it is. A beautiful mess, the way the melody hits. You can call it bollocks, you can call it a lie, But you're still standing here, watching it fly. [BASS FEATURE] [JILL]: (A melodic, driving bass run, very funky, interacting with Milfred’s hi-hat.) [BRIDGE] [SEPHYR-GLEN]: (Organ swells into a dissonant, building tension.) [LIZ]: (Harmonica trills, frantic and bluesy, cutting through the mix.) [ROXI]: (Vocal fry, almost a whisper) Stay. Or leave. It doesn't matter. (Beat) [ROXI]: (Spoken) We're still here. [CHORUS] [ROXI]: (Full power, smoky alto belt) We're the friction in the static, the crack in the glass, Waiting for the moment for the feeling to pass. Don't need your permission, don't need your name, Just want to set the air on fire, turn the spark into flame. [OUTRO] [MILFRED]: (Drums cut out) [SEPHYR-GLEN]: (Organ cuts out) [LIZ]: (Harmonica cuts out) [JILL]: (A single, deep, sustained electric bass note, vibrating alone.) [END]
