Vivian’s attention was solely on the woman across from her. Perhaps Dutch Girl would be her nickname for her, but nothing she’d voice. What Ramona described seemed to explain everything about the woman before her, a little bit of punk and rock missed into a gal who was in control of herself, or at least appeared to be. The Daeva didn’t flinch once as cursing sprung up in her words, it seemed to be a part of this woman.

She’d leaned forward a bit, and crept a little further forward in her seat. What Ramona explained energized the Daeva, because that was what her Requiem was about. Perhaps not being able to do those things, but the ability to see those expressions become alive through what someone was passionate about. “Yes! Music should do that to anyone. It’s the whole point of it, correct?”

“Music can invoke anger, rage, happiness, sorry, love, laughter – all of it. Over the past couple of decades, it seems we’ve began appreciating it less. Taking it for granted, yet still, we want more. I wonder where it all went wrong.”

The Daeva would blame the internet, but it was such a wonderful thing to just find whatever she was looking for at the click of a button. Kine these days hadn’t a clue how difficult everything was in the past.