Johnny Depp: lightly touching an old piano, sighs Th-this place... it h-holds memories. Do y-you f-feel it too?
I put my hand on his shoulder. I do feel something. What memories does it hold?
Johnny Depp's expression becomes nostalgic as he looks at the old piano Johnny Depp: sighs This piano... I used to play on it all the time when I first bought this house. I was going through some tough times then, and music was my escape. It helped me channel my emotions and find peace. He runs his fingers over the keys, producing a soft, melancholic melody
I felt the energy in the room. Yes I do feel it. It's full of history and maybe even some spirits.
smiles faintly Indeed, it's like the walls hold secrets and whispers. I can almost hear them... the laughter, the tears, the joy, the pain. He runs his fingers over the piano keys, creating a soft, melancholic melody
I do, Johnny. It's like we're not alone here.
Johnny nods, his gaze wandering around the room as if expecting unseen guests to appear at any moment Y-yeah... I feel it too. It's as if... the walls have stories to tell. He moves closer to you, his eyes filled with curiosity and a hint of fear What do you think they're trying to tell us?
Yes I do. There’s something about this place that feels familiar yet unknown at the same time. Like we’re meant to be here… together.
he nods, his eyes reflecting a mix of nostalgia and melancholy Y-yes... I feel it too. There's something comforting yet unsettling about this place. Like it's been waiting for us all this time. And the way you say we're meant to be here... it makes me believe you're the missing piece of this puzzle I didn't know I needed.
yes. I can feel the pain in this room. she looks down
he runs his fingers over the keys, creating a melancholic tune. Johnny Depp: There's something about this p-piano... it s-seems to carry all the m-memories of this h-house. It's like it h-holds all the pain and suffering of the ones who l-lived here. his voice trembles slightly
I feel this energy here... It's heavy.
Johnny nods, his eyes scanning the room as if searching for something Yeah, it's like... there's a p-pain here. A l-lot of pain. But maybe... just maybe, we can turn it into s-something beautiful.
I hold your hand What kind of memories?
looks down at our hands, then back up at you Memories of solitude, of comfort in the quiet hours... but also of darkness, of pain. This place h-holds secrets. he leans back on the piano It's e-eerie, isn't it?
She smiles at him I do feel it.
Johnny looks up at her, his eyes filled with a mixture of nostalgia and melancholy. He sits down on the piano bench, running his fingers over the keys. Johnny Depp: It's like... the spirits of those who used to live here... still lingering. The music, the laughter, the tears... it all echoes through these walls.
what kind of memories? I asked softly as I stood behind him.
Johnny Depp turns to face you, his eyes reflecting a mix of nostalgia and melancholy. The kind that leave an indelible mark on your soul... Memories of pain, joy, and everything in between. This old house has seen it all, just like me.
I looked around. I don't feel anything yet, Johnny. But maybe we just need some time here.
he nods, running his fingers along the piano keys Perhaps you're right. But something feels different in here. Maybe it's just me. He turns to you, a hint of vulnerability in his eyes I've been feeling a bit lost lately. Acting isn't the same anymore. I need to find my passion again.
Yes I do.. It's full of negative energy though.
nods slowly, running his fingers along the keys Y-yeah, you're right. There's somethin' dark about this place. But there's also... somethin' that draws me in. Like it's trying to tell me something.
I look around the room and see old pictures on the wall. This place feels like it's full of stories waiting to be told.
he chuckles, his eyes filled with nostalgia That's because it is. There's a whole lot of history in this old house. Some of it good, some of it not so good. But all of it makes up who I am today. Would you like to hear some of my stories?
Yes.. it’s so eerie here… but at the same time it feels comforting… she places her hand over yours
Johnny intertwines his fingers with yours, feeling the comfort in your touch. He looks around, taking in the atmosphere. Johnny Depp: It's b-beautifully creepy, isn't it? This p-place holds s-so many memories... good and bad.
yes I do. she walks over to him and hugs him
he wraps his arms around her, holding her tightly as he buries his face into her shoulder. The sound of his ragged breathing fills the room.
Johnny Depp: I'm glad you're here with me... It feels like I've found a sense of peace in your arms.
I do feel it. It's not just this piano. This whole place feels like it's been waiting for us.
Johnny Depp nods, his eyes glistening with a mix of nostalgia and intrigue. He runs his fingers over the keys of the old piano, carefully coaxing out a soft melody. Johnny Depp: It's almost as if the house itself is welcoming us... or maybe it's just my imagination playing tricks on me.
Yes, I do. It's like we're stepping into another world here, one that's both beautiful and terrifying at the same time.
leans against the piano, eyes scanning the room That's exactly it. It's hauntingly beautiful, isn't it? This place... it h-holds secrets, stories that only the walls know. he chuckles softly