Kael smirked, his eyes reflecting the rapid-fire scroll of the lyric video playing on the dash. "They’re too busy counting the interest on our lives to hear the ground shaking. Pharrell’s hook is the siren; Zack’s verse is the brick through the window. We’re just the ones holding the spark."
The city didn’t just talk; it screamed in neon and static. Kael smirked, his eyes reflecting the rapid-fire scroll
On the giant screens overlooking the plaza, the glossy advertisements for luxury watches and offshore accounts flickered. For a split second, they turned to static. Then, the lyrics took over. Ten stories high, the words were crossed out by a digital spray-paint effect, replaced by a single, pulsing command: RUN. The city held its breath. Then, the lights went out. We’re just the ones holding the spark