As a child you always knew you were gonna make something of yourself.
Being able to move objects with your mind was one thing, but improvising jazz in 17/8 time, using both 3 modes and only notes that start with the letter D, was certainly bound to kick up a fuss down at the local Charles Mingus Lookalike Convention.
Sadly, there wasn't such a market for Super-Corrugated-Sugar-Jazz as you first expected, and now here you are, serving tables at the local up-market restaurant. It's just another Friday night with the upper class (who rarely find it amusing when their empty plates start to move themselves) breathing down your neck, but you've got something to look forward to. Your cousin, Miles, is coming into town to play at this exquisite joint, and you've heard he can bust out quite the tune on that trumpet.
His band take the stage at about 10pm, play some jazz standards, and start to get a few appreciative looks from the crowd. However, Miles doesn't seem to be looking too hot, and his playing is certainly falling apart; this goes on until...
...you can see where I'm going with this. Telekinetic Jazz Expert!
That's right, Telekinetic Jazz Expert!
Save your cousin from total humiliation by controlling his fingers with your telekinesis, and his heart with your jazz expertise. Improvise some sweet riffs over the backing band, while deflecting sporadic forks thrown by a disapproving crowd!
Telekinetic Jazz Expert!