Dont Know Much (with Aaron Neville) -

She walked toward the stage, her eyes locked on his. They didn’t need a script or a rehearsal. The song was a map they both knew by heart. When they reached the chorus, their voices fused—his steady and soulful, hers soaring and ethereal.

Elias sat at the piano, his fingers tracing the keys without pressing them. He was waiting. Across the room, tucked into a velvet booth that had seen better decades, sat Clara. They hadn't spoken in three years—not since the tour ended and the silence began. Dont Know Much (with Aaron Neville)

The rain didn't just fall in New Orleans; it hung in the air like a heavy curtain. Inside the dimly lit bar on Frenchman Street, the air smelled of stale bourbon and damp wool. She walked toward the stage, her eyes locked on his