"Yeah, I feel that way, too. I miss her, but I like to think she lives on when I play." Yeah, it sounded corny, but it was the last thing she had to hold onto from her life before things got really bad. "Even if I'm not playing anything in particular." A smile reached her eyes as she looked up at him; one of those 'Hey, it's okay... I'm okay,' smiles that one could really only achieve by getting to that level.
Naea, with a wrinkled nose, mulled over what he had said about boy bands and music speaking to someone. Maybe some boy bands spoke to some people. Linnaea Benson was not one of those people. Sure, there were the catchy ditties she caught herself dancing to or singing out loud in the back at work for fun. Heck, she had one or two N*Sync songs on her MP3 player-- she just wasn't one of those girls ripping her hair out trying to get into Justin Timberlake's drawers. "Boy bands are one thing. Producers now think that a pretty face and a shitty voice are a good sell. Unfortunately, they're right because most tweens don't know any better." Fourth floor. "Auto-tune is an evil plague and needs to die. I'd pay far more to hear an angel's voice come out of Quasimodo any day."
Linnaea took the moment to really offer him one of her classic Linnaea smiles. "Name the time and place and I'll help you out the best I can. Maybe I can learn a thing or two while we're at it."