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trouvaille) wrote in aefenglom2019-11-24 09:48 am
audio ; un: gioia.
Name: Gwen Wynne-York
Date: 21/11
Format: audio
Date: 21/11
Format: audio
( drolly, a whiskey-low feminine voice with the sort of precisely learned diction that says English might not have been my first language, but privilege probably was, British at first blush but not originally to a trained ear, ) I mean, we've all written imaginary letters to the things that get us through a difficult evening, but I've never written mine down.
If someone is actually named 'Red Wine', first of all, apologies you didn't even get a selected red wine, second of all, I have something that I assume is yours.
( incorrectly. however, given it's addressed to him, a natural assumption to make. )
—and I don't tend to label my shit, but my name is Gwenaëlle Wynne-York and if you have anything of mine, that would be. Great. Whoever has it. Whatever the fuck it is.
If someone is actually named 'Red Wine', first of all, apologies you didn't even get a selected red wine, second of all, I have something that I assume is yours.
( incorrectly. however, given it's addressed to him, a natural assumption to make. )
—and I don't tend to label my shit, but my name is Gwenaëlle Wynne-York and if you have anything of mine, that would be. Great. Whoever has it. Whatever the fuck it is.
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[He laughs a bit.]
I dunno. I got this giant instrument thing...?
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What kind of instrument is it?
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I got some sort of big wooden string instrument. It looks fancy, like some sort of professional might want. I dunno what made anyone think I'd be that person. I've got big clumsy sausages for fingers.
[He's joking!!]
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( he probably specifically did not want gwen casually speculating about his business in a public forum, but that's just the way the cookie crumbles sometimes. )
Like a harp or something?
( —well, she sounds interested. )
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[He only knows what a violin is because of Elliot Craig.]
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( there's a brief pause as she considers the likelihood he knows the difference. )
Like, does it come up to your leg or your shoulder?
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[There's the sound of some shuffling a very concerning thunk.]
Up to my leg?
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Can I see it?
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[How the hell does he change this watch thing into a facecall... Face time, where?? Ah. The image starts with a blur before it shows Zack's cheek and then he moves the camera to show off the fancy looking cello. The very one.]
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( she doesn't switch, so he can't see the reaction but only hear the abruptness of her silence, the careful way she masters her response. )
That's mine.
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Oh, shit? Are you serious?!
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Wait a minute, how do you know it's yours...
[He can't just give someone's instrument away to ANYONE. How can he know it's actually hers?]
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E W Y.
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What are the chances?! You're right. It's all here.
[Honestly, he's super relieved.]
I've gotta get this thing back to you.
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now she's glad. )
I can send you the address where we're living, if you want to drop it off? I'll be back there later.
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[He has no interest in keeping something so precious to someone else. He's not a musician anyway.]
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