"Yes. I am nothing if not predictable," she agreed. "I also want to record something for my channel tonight and I'm not completely happy with where it is; we'll see how that goes."
"I'll keep my eyes open. I love listening to you playing."
"Oh? Indulge me, then - what do you enjoy about it? The pieces, the composers? I'm curious, see. You're the first subscriber I've... talked to. This is excellent market research!" she added with a soft laugh.
I thought about that for a moment or two, wondering how much I felt comfortable sharing.
"Amanda?"
"I love the way your music makes me cry," I breathed.
"Oh."
A pause.
"Only good tears, I hope," she said.
"Sometimes. The nocturne by Choppin..."
"Chopin, Amanda," she corrected me with a gentle laugh.
"Oh. Anyway - I don't think words exist
