Cue to Cue

Cycloning lava-lunged female rock singer, 148 BPM curtain-side rock, stacked kick, snap snare, razor guitars, driving bass, cycloning loud hooks, shouted verses, ‑indie, ‑soft, ‑gentle, ‑sleepy, ‑lullaby, ‑whisper, ‑industrial, ‑trap hi-hat rolls, ‑drill, ‑choir, ‑gang shouts, ‑crowd chants, ‑Soft Fire, ‑lo-fi, ‑brass, ‑ballad, ‑piano, ‑organ, ‑keyboards, ‑metal, ‑slide guitar, ‑808, ‑sub bass, ‑handclaps, ‑cowbell, ‑punk, ‑country, ‑twang, ‑opera, ‑gospel, ‑funk, ‑ska, ‑horror, ‑Halloween, ‑generic rap voice, ‑crooning, ‑crooner, ‑breathy, ‑high light vocal, ‑talk-sing, ‑hushed, ‑legato, ‑silky, ‑smooth, ‑half-spoken, ‑close-mic, ‑spoken, ‑spoken word, ‑mumble, ‑mumble rap, ‑whispered, ‑laid-back, ‑low-energy, ‑thin vocal, ‑auto-tune, ‑dubstep, ‑EDM drop, ‑R&B, ‑emo, ‑reggaeton, ‑strings, ‑warm mid-range female vocal, ‑male vocals, ‑generic pop vocal

[Hook: Cycloning lava-lunged female rock singer, loud, cycloning, belted]
Cue to cue, I am the whole crew now
Call the count, bring the curtain down
One booth, one board, one throat of fire
Cue to cue, raise it higher

[Verse 2: Cycloning lava-lunged female rock singer, cycloning, louder]
Stage left asks for haze, I hit the bottle with my boot
Stage right wants the thunder sheet, I kick it into truth
Booth talk is dead to them, so I punch the house instead
My voice in every seat saying places, clear ahead
Actors look up at the booth like I am hanging from a wire
I am not a ghost in glass, I am the fuse and I am fire
Script is taped across the board in a map only I read
Every page a landmine and I step on what I need

[Midturn: Cycloning lava-lunged female rock singer, house speakers, one held chord then slam]
Places on the house mic, hear me in the seats
Guitars hold one chord while the whole room finds the beat
Curtain on my count, three, two, one, now
Stacked kick and razor guitars, bow

[Verse 3: Cycloning lava-lunged female rock singer, cycloning, full tilt]
They stayed because I stayed, that is the only math I trust
A show is not a payroll, it is a promise in the dust
Last dark cue, last bow light, last note I ride alone
Then I kill the board and sit and shake inside the bone

[Outro: Cycloning lava-lunged female rock singer, spent, razor guitars ring out and fade]
House to half
Goodnight

[End]

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[Verse 1: Cycloning lava-lunged female rock singer, cycloning, belted, razor guitars] They left their headsets hanging on the hook beside the door Said the rate was wrong and walked, twenty minutes, maybe more House is filling, cast is painted, curtain heavy on the rail I am one pair of hands and one voice that will not fail Light cue one is amber wash across the apron line Sound cue two is rainfall soft, I ride it into time Follow spot is bolted left, I swing it with my wrist If the show goes down tonight, it goes down with my fist [Hook: Cycloning lava-lunged female rock singer, loud, cycloning, belted] Cue to cue, I am the whole crew now Call the count, bring the curtain down One booth, one board, one throat of fire Cue to cue, raise it higher [Verse 2: Cycloning lava-lunged female rock singer, cycloning, louder] Stage left asks for haze, I hit the bottle with my boot Stage right wants the thunder sheet, I kick it into truth Booth talk is dead to them, so I punch the house instead My voice in every seat saying places, clear ahead Actors look up at the booth like I am hanging from a wire I am not a ghost in glass, I am the fuse and I am fire Script is taped across the board in a map only I read Every page a landmine and I step on what I need [Hook: Cycloning lava-lunged female rock singer, loud, cycloning, belted] Cue to cue, I am the whole crew now Call the count, bring the curtain down One booth, one board, one throat of fire Cue to cue, raise it higher [Midturn: Cycloning lava-lunged female rock singer, house speakers, one held chord then slam] Places on the house mic, hear me in the seats Guitars hold one chord while the whole room finds the beat Curtain on my count, three, two, one, now Stacked kick and razor guitars, bow [Verse 3: Cycloning lava-lunged female rock singer, cycloning, full tilt] They stayed because I stayed, that is the only math I trust A show is not a payroll, it is a promise in the dust Last dark cue, last bow light, last note I ride alone Then I kill the board and sit and shake inside the bone [Hook: Cycloning lava-lunged female rock singer, loud, cycloning, belted] Cue to cue, I am the whole crew now Call the count, bring the curtain down One booth, one board, one throat of fire Cue to cue, raise it higher [Outro: Cycloning lava-lunged female rock singer, spent, razor guitars ring out and fade] House to half Goodnight [End]

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