Stones Steel

The Manager (Backstage at Wembley):
"Wolfgang, the stage is set, the Stones are in the building!
The arena is vibrating, the crowd is going fucking wild.
Listen to me, man: I just saw Jagger backstage a second ago!
Before the whole place goes up in smoke,
Get your ass over here right now,
Or you’re gonna miss the ride."

Mozart (Trapped in the Alfa Romeo):
"I hear you, I see the lights cutting through the sky,
But I’m crawling in my Alfa Romeo, trapped in this hellish gridlock!
Looks like the entire damn city is Rolling tonight.
Sorry for the radio silence—the signal is shit in this century,
I’m just texting you in pure despair.
Five blocks to go, but the boulevards are deadlocked
By stalled carriages and their heavy, iron groans.

My Alfa Romeo growls, a steel beast,
Its crimson paint burning against the cobblestones;
I fight the wheel, blasting the horn, scattering horses,
Just to break through this line of hopeless fools!
My Symphony can wait, the Stones are taking the stage!
But here I am, idling, watching the minutes die.
Screw it! I’m throwing my keys into the gutter,
And I’m running for the beat on burning feet!"