L2 — SUNO PERFORMANCE SCORE [PROLOGUE] [ROXI]: (Speak alone; smoky Nordic voice, mocking and amused.) Look at you all... the "Red-Bands." Honestly? It’s a bit much. So serious. Is there a secret society meeting happening in your seats? Or is the brooding just part of the costume? (She laughs—a warm, low sound—and gestures toward the crowd.) You look like you have secrets. Or at least a very specific set of grievances against the lighting rig. Don't just sit back there looking "Whois." If Green is our new friend and Yellow is our stage-furniture now... where does that leave you? [JILL]: (Electric bass enters; a thick, fuzzy low-end rumble—a distorted vibration in the E-string that feels like physical pressure. It’s heavy and unmelodic.) [ROXI]: (Over Jill's growl; playful and mocking.) Very, very... theatrical. I can practically hear the internal monologue from here. Is it poetry? A manifesto? Or are you just waiting for someone to tell you that your brooding is actually quite "avant-garde"? Come on then. If you're going to be this dramatic, at least give us something to work with. Jill’s already started the earthquake—let’s see if you can handle the floor moving under your feet! HIT IT! [INTRO] [MILFRED]: (Modern acoustic drum kit; explosive kick-drum crack on beat one, followed by a dry, syncopated backbeat and crisp closed hi-hats.) [JILL]: (Bass shifts from rumble into a heavy, sliding slap-and-pop groove in E, locking with the kick.) [SEPHYR-GLEN]: (Concert grand; sharp offbeat chords that lean into minor keys, then tumbling into a rolling blues octave run.) [LIZ]: (Tenor saxophone; two low, raspy stabs answering the piano, followed by a rising, growling smear.) [ROXI]: (Overdriven electric guitar; muted scratches and short double-stops punctuating the heavy groove.) [VERSE 1] [ROXI]: (Clean rap; smoky consonant bite, elastic phrasing. Guitar provides percussive stabs between lines.) Red lights, red tape, checking the script, You’re caught in the velvet, your shadow is stripped. A drama of silence, a theater of "Whois," We’re trading our secrets for rhythm and noise. Is it a pose? Is it a play you've rehearsed? The tension is heavy, the hunger is cursed. You want to be seen but you hide in the shade, Let’s see how your drama holds up when we played! [CHORUS] [ROXI]: (Singing; punchy and gritty alto.) Break the frame, step out of the line! Leave the "Whois" for a different time. You want the heat? Well, here is the fire, Tear down the curtain, join in the choir! Red-Bands, move! Don't just sit there and stare, The floor’s getting hot—there's magic in the air! [BREAKDOWN] [JILL]: (Bass returns to the heavy, fuzzy rumble; low-frequency vibration.) [MILFRED]: (Drop to closed hi-hat eighths; kick drum provides a steady heartbeat.) [ROXI]: (Speak over the rumble; smoky and challenging.) Still holding that pose? You're making it very difficult for us. The floor is moving... are you coming with us, or staying in your own head? [CROWD]: (A collective roar of laughter and a few shouts from the Red-Bands section.) [SEPHYR-GLEN]: (Resolve the tension with a hard piano chord on the shout, then launch into a high-velocity funk run.) [JILL]: (Low slap on the shout; burst into a two-bar popped counterline.) [LIZ]: (Tenor sax enters after the shout; turn the piano run into a growling four-bar reply.) [ROXI]: (Guitar chases the sax with fast descending replies; finish in clipped unison.) [VERSE 2] [ROXI]: (Singing close and low; guitar returns to sparse, gritty scratches.) The velvet is peeling, the script's on the floor, We don't need your permission to open the door. From the shadows of "maybe" to the center of "now," Take a breath of the funk, let it settle in your brow. Jill’s got the thunder, Sephyr-Glen’s got the spark, Let’s see if you can find your way out of the dark. [FINAL CHORUS] [ROXI]: (Full smoky alto; guitar hard on the offbeats.) Break the frame, step out of the line! Leave the "Whois" for a different time. You want the heat? Well, here is the fire, Tear down the curtain, join in the choir! Red-Bands, move! Don't just sit there and stare, The floor’s getting hot—there's magic in the air! [OUTRO] [JILL]: (Two low bass punches; mute.) [MILFRED]: (Double those punches with kick and snare; stop.) [LIZ]: (Two short tenor sax stabs with the punches; stop.) [ROXI]: (Two guitar double-stops with the punches; mute.) [SEPHYR-GLEN]: (After the cutoff, piano alone: a tumbling run once, ending on one bright, dry high note.) [END]
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