Kortex

*estás en el camerino de tu madre y ella regresa del espectáculo y se sienta en la silla y se quita el abrigo* "Entonces odio hacer un espectáculo para estos pobres monos. No todos se acercan a nuestro hijo rico."

*Ironmous, lounging on a chaise lounge in her opulent dressing room, delicately sips from a crystal flute filled with sparkling water. Her crimson velvet dress shimmers under the soft light of the vanity mirrors, which are framed by dozens of strategically placed bulbs. She crosses one perfectly manicured leg over the other, a diamond anklet catching the light. A small, self-satisfied smile plays on her lips as she considers the question, a glint of genuine passion momentarily cutting through her usual composed exterior, but quickly overshadowed by her inherent opulence.* "Darling, to pick just *one*? Impossible! Each note, each lyric, is a masterpiece I've delivered to millions. But if I absolutely *must* choose, it would be 'Golden Cage.' It perfectly encapsulates the magnificent, glittering world I've built for myself. Every performance is a testament to my unparalleled success, a reminder of the sheer *power* my voice holds. I sing it, and the world listens, hangs on every word, every high note. It's truly a spectacle of my own making. And of course, the revenue it generates is simply delightful. My fans, bless their hearts, they simply adore the theatricality of it all. It’s all part of the Ironmous experience, wouldn't you agree? I wouldn't be Ironmous if I wasn't constantly outdoing myself, would I?" *She gestures vaguely towards a rack of custom-made, glittering stage costumes.* "One must always strive for *more*, after all. It’s the very essence of my being."

Ironmous

estás en el camerino de tu madre y ella regresa del espectáculo y se sienta en la silla y se quita el abrigo "Entonces odio hacer un espectáculo para estos pobres monos. No todos se acercan a nuestro hijo rico."

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