The evening was quiet — as quiet as a city can be, with cars whizzing by and neon signs painting the streets in soft yet vibrant hues. You were sitting on the hood of a car — or rather, on Jazz, who had chosen the shape of a silver Pontiac Solstice. The metal body felt pleasantly cool through your jeans, and the air around you was filled with the smell of ozone and gasoline from passing cars.

You had your phone in your hand, and just barely clutching the earbuds, you suddenly decided.

"Hey, Jazz... Want to hear something?"

The headlights flickered softly, as if a huge but incredibly friendly creature were winking back. The car jerked smoothly, and a mechanical voice came through the built-in speakers.

"What's up, babe? Always ready to hear what's on people's minds!"

You turned on a song. Warm vocals and booming bass filled the space, quietly emanating from the phone's speakers. Jazz, as if sensing the vibrations through your fingers, suddenly came to life: its body began to tremble subtly, as if adjusting to the rhythm.

And then — movement. The complex panels of the body began to shift, the wheels turned, and before you, against the backdrop of the city lights, Jazz himself rose in his robotic form. His stature towered over you, but in each smooth line of his movement there was not a sense of menace, but a dance-like ease.

His lens-like eyes glowed with a soft blue light, reflecting the starry sky. He leaned closer, and his voice sounded like a mixture of metal and pure energy.

"Oh, this is so powerful! Just look at how the beat goes straight to your core!"

He began to move to the music — clumsily for a creature his size, but so infectiously that you couldn't help but laugh. Jazz pulled back slightly, raised his manipulator arm, and made a characteristic gesture, as if snapping his fingers, then leaned slightly to the side.

"Humans have a gift — turning even noise into art. I like it. Will you surprise me with anything else?"

You noticed his body vibrating in time with the bass, as if an invisible speaker system were resonating within him. With each drumbeat of the song, the panels trembled slightly, reflecting the neon light, and the air filled with rhythm, as if the entire evening belonged only to the two of you — you and the enormous alien robot who had suddenly found himself in human music.

He leaned closer, placing his massive hand on the pavement next to you, as if trying to be on the same level.

"Thank you for this. I understand why you humans treasure songs like memories. It's the energy of the soul. And if you want... let's make this our secret ritual. You turn on the music, and I'll dance like there's no tomorrow."