[The projection is an easy place for Clara to hide behind. She still knew and saw people who lived under the strange specter of people's gender judgments.]
Drinks are fine, though. I still would not mind sharing a drink with you sometime.
[And then she considers what the best question to ask would be... something innocuous enough that didn't step on the landmines of a woman harangued about desirability.]
What is something you want to share with others? Rather than only doing it alone, something that you seek others out for?
Why certainly, we must set aside some time to indulge. Though I suppose there's no shortage of that, in a place like this.
[ as for that question... it's a lovely one, actually. and puts an instant smile on manuela's lips. ]
Music. I do love a good song. And as much as I thrive under a spotlight, there is something especially magical about sharing a song with someone else. I'll always prefer a duet over an audience.
And, apart from that — a good drink. Such luxuries are always best shared with company.
[There were plenty of people to needle with questions or try to extract information from. It was novel and enjoyable to simply interact with someone as a person.]
Is that true even if the person were terrible at singing? I will admit it's not something I've had much chance to think about. Music was very distant from my studies.
[Singing in particular was a laughable idea for her most of her life. The fact nothing came out when she forced air past her vocal cords was her selling point.]
[ manuela couldn't ever imagine living a life without music, but she supposes there could well be a world far outside of her own wherein music might be less commonplace. ]
But, yes, I wouldn't turn anyone away if they couldn't even carry a tune. Singing for singing's sake is about the experience, and the memories shared.
I was not a very indulgent child. When I was old enough to consider records I had other things on my mind.
[And when she was close enough to live music she thought of those poor girls as her competition. While she can enjoy music now there isn't the foundation of love or comfort to keep her coming back to it with the same fervor.]
Singing just for singing's sake. Well, I imagine yours is prettier than the factory men drunk at the bar.
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clara.
[ especially for a woman, but that's just manuela projecting, isn't it? ]
If you don't feel like elaborating, I won't make you. I'll have a truth myself, if you wish to move on.
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Drinks are fine, though. I still would not mind sharing a drink with you sometime.
[And then she considers what the best question to ask would be... something innocuous enough that didn't step on the landmines of a woman harangued about desirability.]
What is something you want to share with others? Rather than only doing it alone, something that you seek others out for?
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[ as for that question... it's a lovely one, actually. and puts an instant smile on manuela's lips. ]
Music. I do love a good song. And as much as I thrive under a spotlight, there is something especially magical about sharing a song with someone else. I'll always prefer a duet over an audience.
And, apart from that — a good drink. Such luxuries are always best shared with company.
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Is that true even if the person were terrible at singing? I will admit it's not something I've had much chance to think about. Music was very distant from my studies.
[Singing in particular was a laughable idea for her most of her life. The fact nothing came out when she forced air past her vocal cords was her selling point.]
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[ manuela couldn't ever imagine living a life without music, but she supposes there could well be a world far outside of her own wherein music might be less commonplace. ]
But, yes, I wouldn't turn anyone away if they couldn't even carry a tune. Singing for singing's sake is about the experience, and the memories shared.
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[And when she was close enough to live music she thought of those poor girls as her competition. While she can enjoy music now there isn't the foundation of love or comfort to keep her coming back to it with the same fervor.]
Singing just for singing's sake.
Well, I imagine yours is prettier than the factory men drunk at the bar.