Master?
Guru?
Damn it, let them all go to hell.
"It's really not about whether you care or not," Nora pondered, "The documentary is a small production. If we use your name, we might be able to ride a wave of popularity."
Julian was choked up, "Is it, really?"
"Yeah, really."
Nora nodded, unable to stand his smugness.
Julian snorted, "Your playing sounds terrible, why should I let you ride my popularity?"
Nora: "..."
"Let's go, let's go, time to open the shop."
Julian surly turned off the video.
Nora picked up the phone fixed in front, pressed the lock button, and tossed it aside.
The bamboo flute spun twice in her hand, Nora raised an eyebrow, and in the soft light, she brightly asked Pedro Langley, "Do I really sound so bad?"
"..."
Pedro pondered for a while, deciding not to comment.
"..."
Nora fell silent.
After a moment, she, determined not to give up, picked up the bamboo flute again.
