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The crowd’s still sober don’t mess this up.
Timing is hard when you’re vibing.
Every legend starts with a flawless beat.
Mic check... one, two... nailed it.
That hurt. But it builds character.
You’ve entered flow state.
Warming up those fingers again.
The notes feared you. The silence worships you.
You don’t play the beat you are the beat.
Your controller might start smoking.
The neighbors hate you again.
You’ve moved past luck now it’s skill probably.
Even robots would be impressed.
The notes fear you more than you fear them.
You’ve gone from “who’s that?” to “too loud!”.
Consistency like this should be illegal.
You’re officially a metronome with feelings.
Your name’s on the poster now.
You didn’t just keep the rhythm you became it.