Ha. Like a fashion pauper like me has ever earned the privilege of the queen's audience. [Which is total bullshit, he has a taste in fashion for everything but shirts. Mostly because he rarely has a reason to wear them.]
If only. The contract covered that anything I make, whether or not it actually gets published, belongs to the label. The machine's whatever, you know--would've picked a better one if it were up to me--but I can't even put that stuff on a backup.
[A pause, and then he waves the point aside.]
It's alright. I've started over from scratch before, and I'll do it again.
[He has a seat on the couch perpendicular from the table, giving her a long, curious glance.]
...Why not your parents?
[Now that he thinks about it, neither of them really did talk about their pasts that much, did they? Other in vague metaphors. Was there a reason for it, outside of carefully choosing what to talk about in friendly conversation?]
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If only. The contract covered that anything I make, whether or not it actually gets published, belongs to the label. The machine's whatever, you know--would've picked a better one if it were up to me--but I can't even put that stuff on a backup.
[A pause, and then he waves the point aside.]
It's alright. I've started over from scratch before, and I'll do it again.
[He has a seat on the couch perpendicular from the table, giving her a long, curious glance.]
...Why not your parents?
[Now that he thinks about it, neither of them really did talk about their pasts that much, did they? Other in vague metaphors. Was there a reason for it, outside of carefully choosing what to talk about in friendly conversation?]