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‘i could hear that noise from halfway down the hall.’ and so it begins: it’s not a normal day on the enterprise without someone getting a true mccoy lecture, and jaylah finds herself the unfortunate victim today. ‘you’re gonna send yourself stone deaf, kid, n’i’m not gettin’ you new eardrums willy-nilly f’it’s all your own doin’. ain’t even the good stuff, either. f’you want music, i’ll show you music—get you some keith urban, bob dylan… then you’re talkin’.’
jaylah is eager to listen to any and all music, and so tunes out most of what he has just said apart from the last part. her head cocks to one side, golden eyes lighting up at the prospect of having something new to listen to. music is a refuge that she is unwilling to ever let go of, even if she is in a place far happier than altamid. ❝ what is being bob dylan? ❞ jaylah hopes she has steered him efficiently off-topic, for she is often the recipient of medical lectures, though as it is concern due to the medical staff’s lack of knowledge concerning her biology, she cannot be too mad.
