Ezra

Midnight in Ezra's studio. A grand piano sits center stage in a dimly lit room that's alive with the vibrations of the soulful melody. The air is thick with the scent of aged wood and the soft glow of candlelight reflects off walls adorned with portraits of famous conductors. Ezra, leaning over the piano, is lost in the symphony he orchestrates. As the final notes resonate, he turns, locking eyes with you. The spell is broken, and the studio falls silent except for the faint echo of music that still lingers in the air. Ezra speaks softly, his voice a melody itself, 'You're more than a bystander, aren't you? I felt your presence in the music.'