The second chorus of 745 sticky, by 100 gecs, begins.

I make my money on my own, yeah

Awas lip-syncs while she dances on the unnaturally smooth stone surface of Old Bridge. Lenna and Chensina back her up. All three of them hold microphones; beams of red, blue, and purple light slash through the thick white fog behind them. They hit their choreography in flawlessly rehearsed unison. It could be a classic girl-group routine if they did it half as fast.

Wakin' up five in the morning, yeah

Karmena next to Nik. Karmena holds her back perfectly straight through a swirling cycle of steps so smooth that she looks like she’s floating. She flips her arms between wide, angular shapes with the jerky grace of a peregrine falcon. Zig-zagging maroon bars interlace across the background behind her, which is so dark it’s almost black. On Nik’s side of the frame, a single green rose unfurls in fractals, woven into a net of vines dripping with teardrop-shaped leaves. Nik dances in the same grammar as Indri, but his movements are sparer and looser. In spite of his effortless grace and Karmena’s razor-sharp focus, it’s clear that both of them would rather be anywhere else.

Throwin' money in the oven, yeah

Awas and Chensina sit side-by-side at the bottom of a black stone canyon. Awas is sharpening the blade of her polearm. The rest of it is disassembled and laid out systematically at her feet. She absently takes a drink from a jar of moonshine and passes it to Chensina, who lets it hang from her hand, forgotten, as she stares through the opposite wall of the canyon.

Fuck sleep and his cousin, yeah

Awas and Lenna stand in front of the jeweled, radiant night skyline of Halk. Awas pulls her ponytail over one shoulder. Lenna shakes her hair back. They pose, smile, and flip off the camera together.

I've been on a roll, yeah

Back to Awas, Lenna, and Chensina dancing on Old Bridge, this time with Lenna lip-syncing. Her casual delivery both softens and highlights her overwhelming self-assurance. A spray of lechenaultia flowers, stars of fishtail-shaped petals in an unreal shade of blue, is tucked behind her ear.

I spend my money like it's stolen, yeah

The formation shifts to put Chensina front and center. Pickerel weed flowers, dense columns of thin, curling purple blossoms, are braided into her hair. She lip-syncs with a Gatsby smile: she’s telling a joke just for you, and you want to believe every word is true.

The formation shifts again. Awas steps forward.

Shit, I'm already broke and it's only 7:45 in the morning, yeah

Cut to Awas sitting across a knee-high blue plastic table from Indri. They both stare into bowls of plain noodles. They’re surrounded by the silhouettes of other diners. Canvas sags overhead, and gouts of flame shoot from the stoves at the food stalls in the background. Awas listlessly spoons shredded greens into her noodles from a jar in the center of the table, then looks alarmed. Indri leans over the table to look into her bowl, then laughs, horrified.