The smoky haze in the Blue Note moved softly with a deep bass rhythm. Eki waited backstage, feeling her heart beating fast inside her chest. Ayo is feeling sad, but the music is too powerful to ignore. Now is the moment for her escape, to lose herself in familiar beats.
She took a deep breath, held her violin tight and moved onto the stage with gentle lights. Kunle looked at her warmly and gave an encouraging nod. The band begins to play a smooth blues song, and the music feels like a warm hug around her.
When Eki creates music, everything around her disappears. Her fingers move on the strings like dance, turning chaos in her heart into a strong song. Kunle's saxophone responded, weaving a counterpoint that mirrored the yearning in her heart.
Their improv was like speaking, using words
