[PROLOGUE] [ROXI]: (Spoken alone; smoky Nordic voice, warm and cheeky.) Right, you funky good Gods. Before we go any further, I'd like to say— [INTRO] [LIZ]: (Tenor saxophone cuts off the sentence: two low honks, one rising smear. Leave a beat empty.) [ROXI]: (Spoken, pointedly patient.) Liz. I'm trying to— [LIZ]: (Tenor sax repeats her speech rhythm in three clipped notes, then a long, raspy rise.) [JILL]: (Electric bass jumps in under the sax: gritty slap, high pop, low slide. Establish a syncopated 104 BPM riff.) [MILFRED]: (Modern acoustic drum kit enters quietly; kick follows bass accents, dry snare and closed hi-hat eighths. Keep this pocket steady, no foreground fills.) [SEPHYR-GLEN]: (Concert grand enters softly; short offbeat chords, middle register. Stay sparse beneath the front trio.) [ROXI]: (Spoken, delighted irritation.) Oh, you cheeky little shit. Jill! You're encouraging her. Fine. Make room for this. [VERSE 1] [ROXI]: (Overdriven electric guitar joins with clipped double-stops. Sing low and rhythmically; guitar replies between lines.) I had a little sentence with a perfectly good end, Then a sax walked in and put a wicked little bend. Jill's already grinning through the teeth of that bass, Putting dirty little footsteps in the holes of every phrase. My mouth had a plan; my hands disagree. Now that crooked little riff's got a guitar out of me. Two sets of strings and a reed talking slick— You want the last word? Better make it stick. [CHORUS] [ROXI]: (Open smoky alto; punchy hook, guitar chops on the offbeats.) Let me finish— No, don't stop! Bite that little silence, Make the whole room rock. Sax says something, Bass talks back. I'll put six strings Right in the middle of that. [LIZ]: (Tenor sax answers the last line with the opening cell, now stretched into a growled descending run.) [JILL]: (Bass catches the run's final accents, then snaps back to the low riff.) [TRIO FREAKOUT] [LIZ]: (Sixteen-bar tenor sax lead; expand the cell into raspy triplets and climbing two-bar phrases, leaving breaths. Return to the original riff for the last two bars.) [JILL]: (Bass pops track the sax accents; fast double-thumb replies fill its rests, with a deep slide every fourth bar. Double the final two-bar riff.) [ROXI]: (Guitar bends into the sax's held notes, then fires fast descending replies into its gaps. Double the final two-bar riff; cut each note sharply.) [BREAKDOWN] [LIZ]: (Tenor sax drops to low, breath-spaced stabs.) [JILL]: (Bass strips back to one low note and two muted pickups per bar.) [ROXI]: (Mute guitar; speak over the quiet pocket.) I was going to make a very important point. Apparently it needed a saxophone. And Jill. And—oh, fuck it. Listen. [FINAL CHORUS] [ROXI]: (Sung with a rough, affectionate grin; guitar returns in hard offbeat chops.) Let me finish— No, don't stop! Bite that little silence, Make the whole room rock. Liz, keep talking. Jill, talk back. I've got six strings And an answer to that! [LIZ]: (Tenor sax threads short rising replies between vocal lines.) [JILL]: (Restore the slap riff; leave the sung endings clear, then answer with sharp pops.) [OUTRO] [MILFRED]: (At the cutoff, one quiet snare hit; stop.) [SEPHYR-GLEN]: (At the same cutoff, one short piano chord; damp and stop.) [JILL]: (At the cutoff, low bass slide; damp completely.) [ROXI]: (At the cutoff, mute guitar. Speak into the silence.) Now. As I was saying— [LIZ]: (Two tiny, dry tenor sax honks cut off the sentence. Stop dead.) [END]
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