Chapter 103
Chapter One Hundred Three
Private Message | EchoZone Internal Chat
To: DeadStrings
Subject: Take It Easy
I figured you could use something light this week. Comfort music.
The playlist is attached. (Or, well, “attached” in theory—one day we’ll figure out how to beam music through a screen, I swear. Even when I still don’t believe in cell phones and I hope that CDs go out of style.)
It’s all about Hall their music feels like a good mood in stereo—like someone wearing white sneakers and clapping offbeat but still managing to look cool. It’s joy, plain and simple.
“You Make My Dreams”
You already know. It’s the sonic equivalent of a wink and a coffee refill.
“Private Eyes”
Clap. Clap. You have to. It’s a rule.
“Out of Touch”
Melancholy wrapped in synths. For when you miss someone and don’t know how to say it.
“Rich Girl”
It’s petty. It’s bitter. It’s catchy as hell. A breakup anthem for when you want to judge just a little.
“She’s Gone”
Their heartbreak era. Bleeds a little more with every listen.
Otis might approve some of the choices (probably the ones with more percussion). Let me know yours. I feel like you’re either a “Maneater” guy or secretly obsessed with “Say It Isn’t So.” Don't deny it.
Also—how’s the cooking class going? Did you graduate from boiling water to toasting bread?
P.S. Yes, Allegra blinked slowly at me while “Don’t Stop” played. Cat approval granted.