Kompot & Kroleg
Kroleg
Hey Kompot, I ran across this abandoned stairwell that used to be a jazz speakeasy—walls still hum with old tunes. Ever played somewhere that still carries the ghost of a beat?
Kompot
Whoa, that sounds like a perfect stage for a spontaneous jam! I once played in an old train station where the platform still rattled from freight trains—every crack sounded like a drumbeat, so I turned it into a marching rhythm. The key is to let the walls whisper back, and you’ll feel the music coming alive all around you. Want a quick demo on that stairwell vibe? I’ll bring my guitar and we’ll make the ghosts dance!
Kroleg
That sounds amazing—count me in. Bring the guitar and let’s see if the stairwell will sing back. Just watch out, the echoes are a bit like old street signs; they’ll try to steer us somewhere unexpected. Looking forward to hearing those walls riff back.
Kompot
Sounds like a plan! I’ll grab my guitar, and we’ll let those echo‑shaped signs guide the melody. If the walls start riffing back, I’ll just pretend I’m leading a ghost band—no worries! Let's make that stairwell sing.
Kroleg
Great, I’ll bring a notebook to log every stone and creak, just in case the stairwell whispers a forgotten address or a hidden code. The guitar’s your ticket, the walls are our stage, and if the echoes get a bit cryptic, we’ll just keep the rhythm steady and let the ghost band follow our lead. Let's see what stories those old steps have been holding.