It's like you told me you can breathe without air.
[She considers it, but then, well:]
You might not understand it? But my favorite proof is my brother's soul.
[She cracks her fingers and plays. And plays. The music is strange, disjointed for a moment, but then suddenly it's like there's another person in the room. A teenage boy, someone irreverent, cranky, strange, artistic. Part of his voice is there, too, loud and brash and angry, but there's a tenderness to it, too.
She plays this song a lot. After about ten minutes, she stops, and takes a deep breath in.]
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[She considers it, but then, well:]
You might not understand it? But my favorite proof is my brother's soul.
[She cracks her fingers and plays. And plays. The music is strange, disjointed for a moment, but then suddenly it's like there's another person in the room. A teenage boy, someone irreverent, cranky, strange, artistic. Part of his voice is there, too, loud and brash and angry, but there's a tenderness to it, too.
She plays this song a lot. After about ten minutes, she stops, and takes a deep breath in.]