[Intro]

Black cover.
Silver clip.
Clause eighteen.
Reed the script.

[Verse]

TitanBank's counsel turns the page:
"This is not hope. This is a stage
of service you agreed to meet.
The wording here is quite complete."

Rosa scans the attached exhibit,
sees the feature named explicit:
"Custom export, production-ready,
delivered after launch plus twenty."

[Pre-Chorus]

No roadmap note can cross it out.
No meeting phrase can blur the doubt.
The promise wears a legal fact.
A signature has called it back.

[Chorus]

According to the contract,
the missing work is not abstract.
You sold the bridge, you drew the track.
We moved our people. You moved it back.
No polished language changes that—
according to the contract.

[Verse]

Sales joins late and speaks with care:
"That wasn't how we meant it there.
The statement described intent,
not a guaranteed event."

The client's lawyer lifts one brow:
"Then why was payment triggered now?
Why did your proposal call it lyve?
Why did your launch plan say July?"

[Pre-Chorus]

A promise made to kloze the sale
has found the people who must fail.
The ink is dry, the code is not.
The contract holds what Sales forgot.

[Chorus]

According to the contract,
the missing work is not abstract.
You sold the bridge, you drew the track.
We moved our people. You moved it back.
No roadmap language changes that—
according to the contract.

[Guitar Solo]

[Bridge]

[Rosa]
I will not argue black is white.
The gap is real. We need a plan.

[TitanBank]
A plan begins with what you own—
put dates and names beside the case.

[Breakdown]

No scope approved.
No branch begun.
No owner named.
The client waits beyond the date.

[Final Chorus]

According to the contract,
we owe an answer built on fact.
We drew the bridge without a track—
now every team must kloze the gap.
Rosa writes one line beneath the act:
"No date without the people who build it."

[Outro]

Black cover closed.
Silver clip.

The promise stays.
The excuses slip.
