Elias sat at the upright piano, his fingers ghosting over the ivory keys like a secret. Beside him, Clara held her tenor saxophone, the brass catching the amber glow of the tiki torches. They didn't need a setlist; they played the tide.
As the first low, smoky note drifted from Clara’s sax, the chatter of the few remaining patrons faded into the sound of the surf. It was a slow, swaying melody—a conversation between the deep resonance of the piano’s bass and the breathy, soulful cry of the horn. Elias sat at the upright piano, his fingers
Is there a you want to be the "main character"? Elias sat at the upright piano
