Evening Ambient Beats

I slipped back inside from the plaza just as dusk settled, heading straight for the media cabinet to wind down. Sitting on the dark wood surface was an old pocket AM/FM radio, but its thumbwheel tuner was completely jammed on static by a tangled elastic band. Hopping onto an audio amplifier beside it, I dug both gloved fingers beneath the band and stretched it clear over the ridged wheel. I gave the plastic dial one smooth, calculated spin forward. With a faint click, the fuzz dissolved, locking into an upbeat jazz track that filled the cozy room with crisp, rhythmic brass.