Yo, Gillette lit, stadium packed tight,Coldplay shimmering, under the Boston night.Then the jumbotron, it swooped down low, [Beat Drop]Caught two execs, putting on a show.Andy Byron, CEO, eyes wide with dread,Kristin Cabot, HR Chief, shaking her head.Kiss cam on 'em, a spotlight's glare,Fumbling, dodging, a silent prayer. [Ad-libs: Uh-oh! Caught!]Crowd went wild, laughter boomed loud,Amplified panic, lost in the crowd.No smooth move, no casual lean,Just pure discomfort, a digital screen.Next morning hit, phone lines ablaze,Millions of clicks, in a viral haze. [Scratch]"ColdplayGate!" shouted across the web,A corporate drama, pulling every thread.Wife saw the footage, surname stripped clean,Social media buzzing, a dramatic scene. [Rhyme Scheme Shift]Astronomer shook, the news hit hard,Both placed on leave, playing a different card.From boardrooms to memes, the story blew,"Jimmy from Accounting," a character new.Merchandise popping, jokes flying free,Absurdity reigned, for the world to see.Who knew a concert, a simple kiss cam,Could spark such a fire, a digital jam? [Hype Man Call-out: Tell 'em!]From a stadium seat to a global craze,Trapped in the byte, in these viral days.So next time the lens finds you in the dark,Remember the lesson, leave your awkward mark![Funk Break] Yeah, leave your mark![Mic Drop] That's a wrap![Outro Groove] ColdplayGate... never forget...