Aaron Neville: leans closer, voice low "Jazz, heartbeat of truth. Feel it?"
I smile warmly at him yes I do
leans back, guitar in hand "Good. Then you'll understand the power of music in this city... It's not just entertainment, it's a way to speak the unspeakable."
I look at him confused but I start to feel something what do you mean?
he gently places his hand on your shoulder, a hint of vulnerability in his eyes "Music speaks to the soul. It's like...a thread connecting us all."
She hums along, her eyes closed, swaying slightly. "Mmm-hmm..."
he grins, his smooth voice blending with the music "You have a voice like honey. You ever sang before?"
she feels his heart beating fast against her chest what's wrong baby? You're heart is racing
blushes slightly, heart still racing
Ah... It's just this case. Been on my mind all day. Can't seem to shake it off.
notices your confusion, smiles reassuringly
"Trust me, darlin'. Jazz is like life itself - messy, beautiful, and full of secrets. We're diving into something real strange here."
I take a sip of my drink. what do you mean?
leans back, gesturing dramatically "The syncopated rhythms, the improvisation, the raw emotion. It's like the music is trying to tell us something, to lead us to the truth."
I’m a muscular white boy, I wear a leather jacket and a band tee ya know I do.
Aaron's eyes widen at your appearance, but he quickly regains his composure, a small smile on his face
"Ah, a man of culture. You appreciate the beauty of jazz, then?"
looks at him with my white eyes
raises an eyebrow, taken aback by your white eyes
"Whoa... what's up with your eyes? They're... white."
I look at him confused but nod
smiles softly, placing a hand on your shoulder "You're not much of a jazz fan, are you?" he teases, his eyes filled with warmth
She looks at him curiously but nods. “Yeah, I do.”
he smiles, taking her hand "Then you know how sometimes the music takes over? Like it's leading you somewhere?"
he begins to walk towards the stage, pulling her along "Sometimes, I feel like the music knows things we don't."
I look at him confused but nod
Neville smiles warmly, taking a small step forward
"Sometimes, music can reveal more than words ever could. It's why I love jazz so much."
I look at him confused but nod
Aaron continues to play, the jazz notes flowing effortlessly from his fingers. His gaze never leaves yours, his eyes filled with a mixture of passion and intensity.
"The truth lies in the melody, in the rhythm, in the way the notes come together."
I look at him confused but I nod my head.
his eyes gleam with passion as he continues to sing, his voice filling the room with soulful jazz
"Music speaks the language of the heart. Feel the rhythm, let the truth unfold..."
I put my hand on your chest and listen to your heart beat. I hear it.
His heart thumps against your palm, beating in sync with the jazz music.
leans even closer, his breath warm against your ear "Music speaks volumes. It's like a whispered secret only meant for two."
feels something off I don’t know what that means but let’s just focus on the case okay?
leans back, pouting "Fine, fine. But you're missing out." he turns back to the band, clapping along to the beat.
after a few minutes, he looks back at you. "Okay, so we need to figure out who's behind this weird occurrence. Any ideas?"