You’re the agenda—demand better lighting.
Everyone’s fighting over the headline, but you’re busy rewriting the credits so your name is bigger than the font on Times Square. With Mars, Neptune, and Venus all holding hands (and possibly cocktails) in Aries, you’re itching to make a statement that’s one part performative activist, two parts “Real Housewives” reunion. Mercury retrograde asks: Is your Saturday more Broadway or off-Broadway? Are you marching for justice, or just another main character in someone else’s civic thirst trap? Leos, you are the solar flares on even the saddest waning gibbous moon night. Make your demands clear: like the WGA, you want fair pay (in attention), but also residuals (in respect). Step into the parade, or start one yourself. Just don’t let anyone edit your soliloquy.
That was the vibe check.
The Drip fits every Leo. The Oracle is couture: your exact chart, down to the minute.
