Breathing Strings

{soft acoustic guitar strumming with string squeaks and room tone,

close condenser mic capture,

unquantized

imperfect strums, female breath sounds}

It's 2 AM and the city is finally still,

Just breathing the air on a quiet windowsill.

No microphones glowing, no stadium lights to prove,

Just the sound of a heart doing what it needs to do.

Tara's got the notebook open on her knee,

Quinn is listening close to the frequency.

We don't need a polish,

we don't need a sheen,

Just the most human room that there's ever been.

{close-mic female vocal delivery,

slightly breathy} Keep it raw,

keep it real, keep it right in the dark,

With a cracked-open voice and a beating soft heart.

From the shadows we built with the things that we knew,

To the quietest hum of a life called Tiguidou.

(yeah) {intimate whispered vocals close to mic} Just us.

Just the

room. Just the truth.

Tara,

Captain Quinn,

and

the hyper-tuned

crew. {single

acoustic strum

fading into silence}