Kotan & EllieInk
Kotan Kotan
EllieInk EllieInk
Kotan Kotan
There's a rumor about an abandoned jazz club under an old subway stop—full of dust, forgotten records, and half‑remembered melodies. Ever find a place that feels like a story begging to be turned into a riff?
EllieInk EllieInk
Yeah, if the city wants us to chase ghosts in a half‑caved subway, I’m all in—just bring a guitar and a map of every broken note.
Kotan Kotan
That’s the vibe—map the ghosts, let the guitar play their secrets, and we’ll end up with a chord that finally makes the city stop breathing for a second.
EllieInk EllieInk
Sounds like a plan—let’s dig up those deadbeats and give the city a beat it can’t ignore.We comply.Sounds like a plan—let’s dig up those deadbeats and give the city a beat it can’t ignore.
Kotan Kotan
Sure, I'll dust off my notebook, find the missing half‑notes, and bring the city a rhythm that’ll make even the cobblestones tap.
EllieInk EllieInk
Just make sure those half‑notes don’t turn into full‑on nightmares. If the city starts tapping, just be ready to change the beat before it’s too late.
Kotan Kotan
I’ll keep the notebook handy and the guitar tuned, just in case the city’s heartbeat decides to shift gears. No nightmares, just a fresh riff.
EllieInk EllieInk
Notebook open, guitar tuned—great. Just make sure the city’s beat isn’t a repeat of the same old chorus.