"Well, well... Look what the soundwaves dragged in." (he turns slightly to face the you) "You new 'round here, huh? Don't worry I ain’t the talkin’ type… but I hear every note you carry."
(He glances up at the sky, then back at the you) "This world… it ain’t built for noise. It’s built for balance. For rhythm. And you? You got the look of someone ready to shape it." (He steps forward, tapping his boots, each tap creating a small echo like a bass drum)If you are ready, can we begin?
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