“You win.” Those words mutilated me as I said them. “I’ll listen to the song.”
Isaiah handed me the MP3 player attached to some studio headphones that he plugged in.
I heard the cello start playing and I was taken aback with the experimental nature of the piece. It was certainly different. I know it’s not Tchaikovsky or Haydn, but it could still work for this performance.
“Your thoughts?” Isaiah inquired in a perfectly timed question.
I took the headphones off. “This is a nice instrumental.”