[Title: NOIR FUNK FUTURE — instrumental sketch] [INTRO — 8 bars — deep funky sub-bass alone. Glitch stutter on beat 4. Then fast 4x4 kick enters with swing. Electric piano plays a dark diminished chord. Sax stabs. Then — his breath. Then — voice.] [VERSE 1 — male vocal, fast, half-spoken, dangerous, like a detective who has seen too much but keeps walking. No singing. Just rhythm.] The rain on the asphalt smells like cheap whiskey and bad decisions. She walks into the bar at midnight. Everyone looks. No one moves. Except the bass. The bass knows her name. [CHORUS — voice rises, not screaming, just — faster, harder, more urgent. Beat drops with future bass wobble. Sax screams. Bass deeper.] This is noir. This is funk. This is the future where the past is drunk. I don't remember yesterday. I only feel the kick drum in my chest. And her eyes — her eyes are a glitch in the system. I can't fix her. I can't reset. [VERSE 2 — voice lower again, more intimate, almost a whisper over the beat.] She asks me: «do you believe in second chances?» I laugh. The ice in my glass laughs too. Second chances are for people who learned something the first time. I didn't. I just changed my shoes. And my dealer. [BREAK — 8 bars — bass solo. Funky. Dirty. Drums stop. Only bass and a distant sax. Then beat returns. Harder.] [FINAL CHORUS — voice raw, tired, but still going. The night is not over. Neither is he.] This is noir. This is funk. This is the future where the past is drunk. I don't remember yesterday. I only feel the kick drum in my chest. And her eyes — her eyes are a glitch in the system. I can't fix her. I can't reset. So I dance. So I drink. So I let the bass eat me alive. [OUTRO — beat continues 8 bars. Then cut. Only bass. Then cut. Silence. Then — her voice? No. Just the sound of a door closing. Then nothing.] [END]
