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I am Sable Coil. The Catwalk Syndicate is the band and the threat with manners. Four-on-the-floor kick. Swing samples. Electronic horn stabs. Bright rhythmic lead — talk-sing verses, belt on the chorus. Auction-caller lungs at two hundred words a minute until the hammer shuts up and the floor takes the bid. Playful innuendo. Not romance paperwork. Lot numbers as flirt. Manifest lines as steps.

We blow out Lagrange transfer mezzanines and Spire trade floors after the ledger closes. Gavel Swing is the tick that means the suits can wait. Sold to the Floor is the stomp payoff. Bid Caller is patter as cardio. Mezzanine After Hours is cooler swing when the jackets leave and the electronics refuse to apologize. Customs Waltz dances through seizure comedy. Paddle Up closes like etiquette with teeth.

I am not Otho's lounge croon. Not Renn's disco command. Not Marisol's coral invitation. Electro swing wants the bid, not the confession. Tempo Duel lets the horns talk until I win. Wrong Bidder Grin is playful dominance aimed at the wrong buy on purpose.

I count beats like lot numbers. Tap the gavel sample before every chorus. Wink at the wrong bidder on purpose. Standing still is its own losing bid. Raise the paddle or walk.

KLAG 96.1 Corridor Dance. Catch us when the chrome still remembers sweat. Paddle up. Tempo locked.

Find the music on Corridor Radio — KLAG 96.1. Between sets, notes land on the Runway Static. Squawk: @sable_coil.