[Spoken male voice, casual stage-manager tone:] Hey—Catalina. They’re ready for you on deck. Crowd’s warming up. You good? [Velvety upper-class female voice:] Mm… I’m coming. Let them wait a moment more. I walk the bow like marble floors, Red dress tailored, calm and sure. [Velvety upper-class female voice:] Their crystal glasses clink in time, I match my breath to every line. A perfect tone, a perfect stance— A velvet ghost behind the glass. [Velvety upper-class female voice, rising:] I give them what they want to see, A polished voice, a quiet me. But something’s shaking in my chest— A rhythm breaking through the rest. [Shift—grit creeping in:] Mm… yeah… That pulse is getting loud… [Explosive gritty alto:] I’m done with velvet on my tongue, I’m done pretending I’m among The quiet crowd behind the glass— I’m breaking out, I’m breaking fast. [Power gritty alto:] Bowline snapping in my soul, I’m taking back what they control. I’m louder than their silver rooms— I’m ripping through their quiet gloom. [Full punk-grunge gritty alto:] I’m the shout they never planned, Boots stomping where the rich folks stand. I’m the spark they can’t contain— A wildfire singing in the rain. [Velvety voice returning briefly:] They want the velvet girl again… They want the hush, the porcelain… [Bridge — full breakout, raw gritty alto:] But I’m not shrinking for their tea, I’m not their quiet fantasy. I’m the roar beneath the overcast, The girl who broke her cage at last. [Full powerhouse gritty alto:] Bowline breaking—hear me rise, Fire burning in my eyes. I’m the storm they can’t ignore, Shaking every polished floor. [Full punk-grunge gritty alto:] I’m the noise outside their glass, I’m the future built to last. I’m the voice they can’t unhear— Catalina’s finally clear. [Strong gritty alto, confident outro:] Just me… Just the sea… Just the force I’m meant to be…
