Gerry earns himself another incredulous look. Question after question from her— it's a wonder she has breath left for anything else.
"How do you know the music's good if everyone who hears them dies? Wouldn't there be no witnesses? I guess someone could have jotted a sparkling review down on paper before keeling over." Said with the utmost sincerity. "...Is it after the performance? Everyone suddenly drops like flies?"
She chews her cheek. Simple questions like these feel like a test she's destined to fail.
"I think so. I knew someone in school who would smuggle in old CD's. Punk music, stuff like that. I kept one of her's. Well— I borrowed it and never got a chance to give it back. She got expelled, eventually. Turns out superintendents don't like headbangers. The band was... something Weasel, I can't remember. But I liked them."
There's a pause. A slosh of wet fabric and smile in her voice when she speaks up again.
"I'm actually really bad at singing. Not in a fake humble way, either. Like, really bad. If I ever wanted a room to myself, to study or whatever, I would sing until everybody got up and left."
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Gerry earns himself another incredulous look. Question after question from her— it's a wonder she has breath left for anything else.
"How do you know the music's good if everyone who hears them dies? Wouldn't there be no witnesses? I guess someone could have jotted a sparkling review down on paper before keeling over." Said with the utmost sincerity. "...Is it after the performance? Everyone suddenly drops like flies?"
She chews her cheek. Simple questions like these feel like a test she's destined to fail.
"I think so. I knew someone in school who would smuggle in old CD's. Punk music, stuff like that. I kept one of her's. Well— I borrowed it and never got a chance to give it back. She got expelled, eventually. Turns out superintendents don't like headbangers. The band was... something Weasel, I can't remember. But I liked them."
There's a pause. A slosh of wet fabric and smile in her voice when she speaks up again.
"I'm actually really bad at singing. Not in a fake humble way, either. Like, really bad. If I ever wanted a room to myself, to study or whatever, I would sing until everybody got up and left."