Her grin widened when he blushed. L’aire knew it was pretty rare for men to do so. It was ridiculously cute.
“Uh, I think I may have said that wrong.” Which wasn’t surprising, and it was completely starting to frustrate her. This was probably the first time the Dancer explained went on in her head. “I guess maybe it is passion. I connect with the song, feel its words, let it drift into my core. Sometimes it becomes me, and I let it flow through every vein.” A song played in her head for a moment. “The emotions from the song, or how it pulls from my memory. It starts from the core,” Indicating her diaphragm. “then releases all the way through my fingertips.” In a tiny motion, yet graceful, her fingers flicked away toward the wall. “Like I have to let it go before it tears me apart.” Her words becoming jagged, liquid welling on the edge of her eyelids, as she whispered. “Or I’ll turn to…” L’aire nearly said ice, but stopped herself short, realizing she was a little carried away.
Blinking several times, trying to shake off what she just did. L’aire looked down and twirled her spaghetti again. “Does it have to be that complicated to be good? I mean, look at Louie Louie. Sure, that’s not how music is anymore, but if you feel it, someone else may?” Looking up from her plate, she smiled. “I like what I heard so far. Apparently so do iTune people.”
“I already worry enough about letting people down. So, I don’t want to worry about it this time.” L’aire grinned encouragingly, popping another bite of food in her mouth.