[Intro: Clean muted guitar]

Left ear: producer.
Right ear: room.
Maya turns
the producer down.

[Verse 1]

For the first time in months she hears the room —
No red voice hissing, "Keep it hot, keep the doom."
A guest apologizes, calm and true.
On air in thirty seconds — enemies, on cue.

[Chorus]

Maya turns down her headset,
And the room becomes a room.
Without "MORE ENERGY" in her ear,
She can hear what people do.

[Verse 2]

She opens old folders: ANGER SCORE.
One email asks: "Can the historian take more?"
Another: "Scientist too calm — pair with a star."
Maya saves all three. This has gone too far.

[Chorus]

Maya turns down her headset,
And the room becomes a room.
Without "MORE ENERGY" in her ear,
She can hear what people do.

[Bridge]

[Maya]
"Do you know what they're doing?"

[Leo]
"They've always produced the show."

[Maya]
"Producing isn't the same as provoking.
So when you ask your questions — who writes them?"

[Final Chorus]

Maya turns down her headset,
And decides what happens next.
No more turning every answer
into bait, and calling it context.

[Outro]

Four notes finally resolve. Not loud. Just complete.
One black folder, closed, on the seat.
She raises the headset again —
just long enough to hear:

[Producer]
"Big finale. We need a fight."
