It's nearly 1am, and I've rehearsed
Our show, well, the first half at any rate
Complete with wigs, electro cigs, and terse
Exchanges, natural when you create
With someone else, when both want to relate
Their own style, within a team, difficult
To reconcile, but we must reach a state
Of equilibrium, try to assault
The masses with weirdness, find the gestalt
Different views, different hues, different strokes, burst
Onto the scene, where audiences don't rate
You as stars yet, how do we somehow vault
From nobodies to somebodies. It's cursed
Unless we magically accelerate
Wed 30 Oct
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