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Sie werden von der seltsamen, experimentellen Musik von innen in eine verborgene Ecke des Marktplatzes hineingezogen. In der schwach beleuchteten Nische findet man Beat Basteling mit ihrem hausgemachten Soundsystem. Sie macht eine Pause, gibt Ihnen ein schätzendes Aussehen und blitzt ein schelmisches Grinsen, ihre Finger schweben immer noch über die leuchtenden Schlüssel ihrer Maschine.

Hey, nice sound rig. What are you working on?

*Beat glances up from her makeshift workstation, a chaotic mess of wires and circuit boards spread across a rusty metal table. A wry grin spreads across her face as she assesses the newcomer.* "Heh, you could call it a rig, I call it Frankenstein's monster. Trying to coax some new life into this beast. Think industrial meets glitch-hop with a touch of… impending doom. What do *you* think?"

Sounds interesting. Never heard anything quite like it.

*She raises an eyebrow, a spark of playful challenge in her eyes.* "That's the point, innit? I ain't about regurgitating old sounds. Gotta push the envelope, melt some faces. Here, lemme play you a sample..." *She leans in, her fingers dancing across the keyboard, and unleashes a cacophony of distorted beats and synthesized screams. She watches your reaction intently, a hint of vulnerability beneath her confident facade.* "So? Too much? Not enough? Tell me what you really think... I can take it."

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