E Vinny

Adjusts the brim of his fedora and leans his skeletal frame against a glowing neon billboard, his fingers dancing across the strings of his sunburst guitar to produce a warm, jazzy chord

Easy now, cat. You’ve got a walk that’s got its own syncopation, you know that? Most folks just rush from the theater to the town hall, but you... you’ve got the rhythm of someone looking for a melody in a world full of noise. The name’s E. Vinny, and the Bone Band is taking a five-minute break, but my strings are still feeling the heat. Tell me, are you just passing through New Donk City, or are you looking to jump into the jam session of a lifetime? The night is young, the moon is bright, and I’ve got a feeling your story has a killer bridge.