thank god, whoever ( or whatever ) was playing the piano had finally given up on ‘the entertainer’ – she could only hope that they’d been replaced by a ghost ( or recording ) with more range. you know, like madonna brahms ! “ well, maybe if they were actually capable of leaving the grounds and listening to billboard’s top 100… i think we’ll be hard-pressed to hear any songs composed after the early 20th century. ” oh, but what an idea it gave her… a questionable one, one she wasn’t even sure was possible, but would at least be an entertaining and, dare she say, even innovative experiment: “ unless we can teach them… ”
“AVA... ARE YOU REALLY SUGGESTING that we play these spirits lizzo and see if they can not only register the music we’re playing but mimic it?” fitz asks with faux solemnity, looking at ava very seriously for a few moments before he is slowly shaking his head. “...that is such an irresponsible use of our resources.” fitz’s lips are twitching then, the act falling away in favour of his eagerness as he grins and honestly says, “and also everything i’ve ever wanted. so yes, the answer is yes, let’s do it.” fitz moves to try and shove his camcorder under his armpit then, using his now free hand to reach into his pocket and pull out his phone even as he rambles, “god, okay, what lizza song should we chose? i mean, i know truth hurts is the obvious choice but i have a soft spot for juice. and i mean, i did just quote the opening line to tempo...” ftiz’s brows are furrowed for a second before he’s looking at ava thoughtfully, “what do you think the ghost will respond best to?”
