KALEIDOSCOPE

"Since we last spoke, I may or may not have come into possession of a Luzian popstar."

"Sorry, possibly I'm being slow here... Did he recover? Was the Queen's Affliction temporary."

"That shot on you was also deserved. You were squirrelling in my affairs."

"This is the last go, CASCADE. Your head's starting to stretch out the custom fit."

"This time don't put them on. Just hold them in your hand."

"Welcome back, bucko. The song remains the same."

"You should consider buying yourself a pair like this."

Opportunity here, operant. No need to trade information with KALEIDOSCOPE -- propose a clean swap, the prisoner for this lost girl.

"Hersh."

"A lot of worse names out there."

"Anyway, L-Pop's all sad, but not all bad. I wrote a few good songs here and there."

"Anyway, V... Yana has my info."

"Anyway..."

"Are you serious, Hersh? A disc?"

"As long as I have something that makes sound by my side, I'm not afraid to disappear."

"Good luck with your collaboration. It's a shame you won't really have time for ours with so much happening."

"Hello." The sovereign queen of L-Pop barely glances at you.

"How do you mean?"

"I didn't play a show for six months after that."

"I don't think Yana wanted to be me. I just think she didn't want to be herself."

"I was sure my record label shelved it... I don't think you're supposed to have that. Nobody is."

"I was sure my record label shelved it... I don't think you're supposed to have that. Nobody is."

"I'm a little busy at the moment but definitely keep me posted on this cool idea."

"I've been asking myself that same question." The girl sets her eyes on you. "I've got a notebook full of ideas but none of them feel like... me."

"Isn't the point of these spy cryptonyms meant to be that pretty much no one knows them?"

"Just you and me in here, Hersh. Don't I look real to you?" She holds her eyes on you. "You do to me."

"Kill... Minister Reyes? An assassination?"

"Mhm." She looks around for someone, anyone to intervene.

"Music critics occupy the most debased strata of existence. In my opinion."

"Rein it in, Hersh. Don't bring that shit in here."

"Super fucking shady. Now I'm worried, Hersh."

"The weekly charts and the award shows are bad enough, trust me." She makes a face.

"Yeah, Minister Reyes has been around forever. I don't know how you could call yourself an international actor and not know him..."

"CASCADE." He nods at you, nothing but respect behind the eyes.

"I don't really want to talk about it."

"Uhh, bad. That's what I want to talk to you about."

"Yeah." he looks away. "Lots of stuff."

It's like asking a child with no experience of the world who they'll work with. He has no frame of reference.

"Don't dally, bucko."

"Significantly. I even managed to find some new bullets, would you believe."

"You should move, CASCADE."

"You sound a lot like Felix Kaido."