I'm a professional.

[damnyou]

Going over the notes I jotted down during the recital I need to review for the paper and it occurred to me how much easier that would be if I had any damn idea about music whatsoever. To illustrate:

'freaky'

'i like this melody'

'dumdumdadumda'

'kinda disturbing'

'how fast are these guy's fingers'

'i bet he's great at tetris'

'what am i hearing'

'cool solo thing'

'are people only allowed to pick up violin if they look like that?'

In conclusion, I guess I gotta read something about music or ask people with actual knowledge about what they thought of the recital. Any takers?

Comments

[damnyou]

I have my ways.

Sure thing! Gives me time to work on turning that interview I had with Louis into something worth reading.

[knowsit]

What did you even interview Louis about?

Not that I don't think he's interesting. The whole byronic hero vibe is very fascinating but enough to interview him?

[damnyou]

I couldn't even tell you. You gotta listen to that recording, man, it's eerie. Like, I listened to him for hours. I barely even asked questions and you know how hard it is for me to shut up.

But it's just strange.

[knowsit]

So what did he tell you? His life story? It sounds oddly sinister.

You'll have to show me.

[damnyou]

His life story or his fever dream, I don't even know. It's riveting though.

[knowsit]

Good lord! You must send me the recording.

[damnyou]

Just sent it to you via email, tell me what you think. Kinda grabs you for sure.

[knowsit]

...

I think we should consult with the school counsellor over this.

[damnyou]

Sure, sure. Ooooor we could actually sell some papers for once.

[knowsit]

But what if people read it and they're mean to him?

Then we'd be in trouble if he got bullied, it'd be our fault!

[damnyou]

Come on, William. For one thing, he's too gorgeous to get bullied.

For another, do you really think he gives a damn?

[knowsit]

Okay.

Yes.

Fine, do it.

[damnyou]

Hell yeah!

[knowsit]

God help us.