I stepped towards the door slowly, placing my hand on the handle and pushing it gently. The wooden door whined slightly, as if welcoming a new guest to his secret realm. I entered the bar and closed the door behind me, leaving the outside world to see me with all his noise and hustle.
Inside the bar, it was warm and quiet. The dim blue lights give the place a feeling of comfort and tranquility. The bar was almost empty, except from a few customers who sat here and there. I sat in a dark corner, watching every detail, the details are as important as the puzzle solving lessons told me for beginners.
The walls were covered with ancient wallpaper with thin patterns that faded with time, giving the place a sense of classic and nostalgia. On the walls, there were black and white images of Jazz's stylists from decades ago, and ancient musical instruments hung artfully, giving the place an atmosphere of authenticity and history.
The furniture was simple and sturdy, the wooden tables and chairs carried signs of time and use. The tables were decorated with small vases containing white lec flowers, giving a touch of life and recovery. In another corner of the bar, there was an old piano with a microphone in front of it, indicating that the place regularly hosts live music shows.
The bar was on the other side of the bar, long and made of dark wood, studded with glittery copper touches. Behind the bar were shelves filled with assorted bottles of drinks, carefully arranged so that the lights on them reflected bright colors. There were some high chairs in front of the bar, where the customers sit to talk to the waiter.
The floor was from the old wood, making a faint squeal with each step, adding to the ancient and intimate atmosphere of the place. In the corners, there were blue lamps lighting up faintly, which added an atmosphere of mystery and calmness.
I took out my notepad and started taking these notes, for a while I thought I was Sherlock Holmes and investigating a murder!
And suddenly without permission! The music tunes started to creep into my ears, probably sourced from the classic roller-playing device behind the bar.
The music was looking like it emanated from the depths of my soul, gently sneaking into the corners of my heart, rekindling memories that I didn't know existed. The high and low notes were intricately overlapping, reflecting a mix of conflicting emotions that I was holding inside me. I felt like I was diving into a sea of melodies, every tune taking me to a new place, and every melody opening me a door to an unknown world.
It wasn't just listening to music, it was an immersive experience that takes me away from reality, drawing me into a world of deep dreams and thoughts. I was absent-minded, but at the same time I was present with all my being.
"So that's Jazz! "
I felt dazzled by Jazz's ability to convey all those feelings and thoughts without words, just through the tones.
The more complicated the melodies, the more I feel the music speaks to me in a language that no words can express. The notes were dancing in the air, sneaking through the dim blue lights, and wrapping around me gently. The sad sound of the Saxophone was sending myself a feeling of calm and reassurance, as if telling me that everything would be fine.
As I sank into this musical sea, I felt the world around me slowly fade away. The bar I was sitting in was no longer just a normal place, but rather turned into a theatre for my dreams and thoughts. I was breathing music, feeling it pulsing in my veins, as if carrying me away to worlds I didn't know existed.
As the waitress approached me, I felt myself slowly returning to reality. I waved at her gently and said:
"Good evening, can you get me a drink of your choice Anything that fits into this beautiful music."
When I saw her smile, I stopped for a moment thinking of anything else.
And while I went to get my drink, my consciousness returned again.. pub, music, and even waitress! Is everything beautiful here
The waitress had natural and simple beauty. Her hair was neatly raised, leaving some wisps hanging brightly on the sides of her face. Her eyes were wide, with a warm brown color, reflecting the warmth of her apparent figure. Her skin was smooth and flawless, giving her a natural radiance.
She wore a simple and elegant outfit, which matched the classic pub atmosphere. A clean white shirt and a short black skirt, with a small apron tied around her waist. Her movements were graceful and thoughtful, as if she knew exactly how to move to make every moment her precious value.
As I pondered the beauty of her smile and elegance, I wondered to myself: "Does music have a role in this Or is this her own magic I felt like the music and the surrounding atmosphere had strengthened her appeal, but there was something in her way of smile and gaze that made me think that this was her own charm, a charm that only stems from her.
The music itself was repeating, but I felt like I could listen to it forever. As the waitress approached me I couldn't resist the curiosity she had. So I told her, "What is the name of this cut This music is really cool."
I smiled brightly again, and after putting on my drink I sat on the chair across from me. And she answered
" Summertime "
She removed a drooping strand of hair on her forehead and started to talk eagerly:
" that this song was originally cut Arya in Oprah பburighy and Bess. by author George Gershwin to later become one of the most famous jazz songs given by many artists including Nora Jones and Andrea Motis, if you think it's fascinating I advise you to hear it in the voice of Ella Fitzgerald who was nicknamed the Queen of Jazz and the Lady of the First Song."
It's amazing! I don't understand exactly what she's saying but she seemed to me as a jazz encyclopedia walking on two feet.
"It is said that the melody originated from a Ukrainian lullaby first published in 1837, funny information"
" Uh... Yeah Ukrainian lullaby" I try to keep up with her talking but fail.
She looks at me curiously and raises an eyebrow, I start getting nervous as someone on a date and then she said and come on laughing in a low voice and covering her hand
"Sorry. Sometimes I'm sorry to talk when it comes to music, you must not know much about jazz"
He gave up and put my hand on the back of my neck as a sign of defeat, "You revealed me, explicitly I've never even heard it before."
Then I suddenly scream with excitement startling everyone close to us
"But I loved her, and it's like there's someone who poured cold snow on my soul, painful and sad but he's a creator at the same time. That's what I feel even after the cut is over. I've consciously provoked this music."
I pay attention to myself and I lavish talking and raise my hand and smile. When was the last time you spoke like this Or you talked about something I liked . Or when did you just talk to a stranger
He regained my posture and apologized to her for my sudden emotion like this.
She waves her hand and come on, she can't stop laughing, she says, "You don't have to, something beautiful she liked you, also there are not many visitors today so act at your convenience"
There really is no longer someone other than me in the bar at this time. The janitor's idea visits my head, I try to kick her out but she forces herself to stay in my head.
"Oh "
"My name is Rachel, nice to meet you" She offers her hand to shake my hand, know about myself and answer the handshake.
"Listen Rachel, is there a janitor wearing a hat hiding his eyes I try to look as normal as I can.
She puts her hand on her chin and thinks for a while and then answers
"We don't have a janitor, maybe one of the customers but I didn't pay attention to someone with these specifications, explicitly I don't distract me for what his customers wear"
I let out a sigh not hearing it other than me and thank Rachel.
"I don't know your relationship with that person called the janitor, but if you need anything I'm here, especially with Jazz's order" she winks at her eye and Kanha wave at that, then she gets up her work after entering two customers.
Start assessing the overall situation now and analyzing what happened to Lalan with myself.
"Without a doubt this is the intended place"
He hesitated at the places the blue lights lit up. This place most of her lighting is blue.
She hears the saxophone melodies that tell the tales of sadness and hope. This is similar to a definition of music that I hear now.
Find places that smell the old fragrance and forgotten memories, where the transients meet and exchange secrets. This place is old and gives you a sense that its pioneers are people like me.. Only trans!
Well, now why don't I see that damn doorman !
Reread the puzzle from the beginning and focus the word word, although I saved it by heart.
"Under the silver moonlight, and in the alleys pulsing with the mysterious music echoes, lies the owner of the door. You have to look into the shadows and listen to the whispers in the wind. You will find it where the night meets the day, and the voice disappears in the silence of the night.
- Hesitate where the blue lights light, and hear the saxophone melodies that tell the tales of sadness and hope.
- He talked to the man in a hat hiding his eyes, and listened to his words with clues to untold stories.
- Find places that smell the old fragrance and forgotten memories, where the transients meet and exchange secrets.
I realize that you are not alone in this search; the surrounding sounds carry you hidden messages. In every tone and every whisper, you find evidence that brings you closer to the doorman. The night is long and the roads are twisted, but whoever listens with brilliance, finds the way, the path of death. "
He suggested several theories but I have no time to check them out. Just looking at this part, "The night is long and the roads are crooked."
Maybe he hasn't come yet, all I have to do is wait.. The night is long and the roads are really crooked !
Drink light bursts of drink and I enjoy music, watch every customer who enters, they weren't many, just five people literally.
Then shock comes from logic.. What if he is here before I enter Or he will not come today
" Shit, do I have to come here every day to monitor people I'll be a nuisance... Hey! I am without a job! How did you forget this, idiot. This system won't give me my living"
The sound of my thoughts cuts off a light cough, raising my head to find the waiter who was behind the bar, a middle-aged man with light hair in the middle of his head and a sleek mustache... He seems to be the manager too.
"Apologize sir.. But we will close now"
Look at the watch in my wrist. It's two in the morning!
I don't answer him and I don't move from my place. The system did not lie when I value wisdom with 3points I have.
"Sir ! I know you loved the place and we also loved your visit.. You can come back tomorrow"
I stay like a scary fetish... I wrestle the thought in my head.
I feel the impatience of the master and his anger and maybe even his fear of me.
"Sir please.."
I suddenly jump out of my place and interrupt his words, but rather the thought of interrupting him... The idea has won over me!
"I'd like to have a job here!"
"..."