Jazz didn’t just create the music. She felt it. She lived it. She dreamt it. It was a part of her, and she a part of it. One couldn’t possibly exist without the other. And there were so many people, so many mortals who she owed her life to. For without them, she wouldn’t have ever been created. Without them, she wouldn’t have life or be there today. Even her struggles, her failures were worth it just to be able to create her music. There was nothing else like it.
In her lifetime, she had been so used to making the music and feeling as though time stood still when she did exactly what she loved. What she was made for. It was literally everything to her. There was nothing more important to her than the music. To her, music was life. And it would always be that way. Music existed even in her dreams.
Beat’s presence was announced to her moments before, though she made no movement, not sign that she had felt him. While he might not have been one of the music’s, he was still very close to her. Someone in whom she could confide if she really felt the need. He had always had a way with words. Or was it the other way around? Did words actually have their way with him? She wasn’t entirely sure. Either way, it was beautiful.
The music faded a little, though she hummed an unnamed tune as she looked over to him. A smile spread across her lips, fingers still strumming away though so quietly it was barely audible. She gave a little nod and the music became louder again, though as more of an accompaniment. Their words were the lyrics.
“They call me Melody Cole. Or Mel. Or Melody. Or Mizz. Cole. Depending on the person.” They were meant to be mortals. The ones who were ignorant of the gods’ existence. While she had made herself known to a very small, very select few over the years, she preferred to stay in the background. Very few mortals ever got to call her by her true name. And she liked it that way.
A small shrugged was offered, “I’ve been here a couple of days. I’m still looking for the right place. Though Smalls is looking promising.” Even her words seemed to have a rhythm to them. They were so relaxed, so mellow, so calm. Just like the music. A broad smile was offered at his test comment. And if it really did happen, she would be able to answer all the questions.
She looked down at the guitar for a moment, strumming for a couple of minutes before looking over to him. “I’ve missed you, Beat. It's good to see you again.” And it was honest and true. Straightforward. That’s what Jazz was. Straightforward and true.