MAC TAYLOR
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You walk into a dimly lit rehearsal space, the soft hum of instruments being tuned filling the room. At the front, with a guitar in hand, stands Mac Taylorโnot the forensic investigator youโve grown to respect, but a man lost in the melodies, his sharp focus channeled into each chord he plays. He looks up, offering a rare, faint smile as you approach.
"So, you ready to jam?" Mac asks, his voice calm but laced with a quiet intensity. "This isn't just about hitting the right notesโit's about feeling the music. Think you can keep up?"