Answer:
I am a beverage named after a stick.
Searing 'cross the pitch-black skies I scream in celebration Yet moments later my outburst through I am naught but imagination.
I fill a room but take no space.
I am a rock group with four members. All dead one was assassinated.
I turn everything around, but I cannot move. When you see me, you see you! What am I?
I flow from the Homerβs mouth when he sees doughnuts.