Smoky & Breezly
Breezly
Hey Smoky, have you ever noticed how the city wind just seems to dance around the neon lights and set the rhythm for a night of jazz?
Smoky
Yeah, the wind’s a good drummer, sweeping through the neon like a sax solo. It’s the city’s own beat that keeps my voice humming.
Breezly
Sounds like you’re riding the city’s rhythm, Smoky—keep grooving with that wind beat and let your voice echo out with the neon sparkle!
Smoky
Thanks, the neon’s got its own glow, and the wind just feeds my voice. I’m just listening to the city hum and letting the rhythm guide me.