[ Janis tries to make an aside, feels the familiar pull of soliloquy.
Apparently, hallucinations can hit there, too. She expects to see nothing - not even the audience she's so used to. That's what happened last time, when she sang about Maya. When she was falling in love with her.
This isn't falling in love. No wonder it's different.
Janis looks across the table. There's a man there. He has a microphone. She is vaguely aware, in some sort of way, that he is here to make a podcast. What did Peregrine say his name was, again? ]
She made me feel like I'm out in the woods Out, out in the woods by the school Peregrine was a fire Not one made with matches I thought she was magic I thought she would never go out
Not that I... really felt like I did enough to help her, obviously.
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Apparently, hallucinations can hit there, too. She expects to see nothing - not even the audience she's so used to. That's what happened last time, when she sang about Maya. When she was falling in love with her.
This isn't falling in love. No wonder it's different.
Janis looks across the table. There's a man there. He has a microphone. She is vaguely aware, in some sort of way, that he is here to make a podcast. What did Peregrine say his name was, again? ]
She made me feel like I'm out in the woods
Out, out in the woods by the school
Peregrine was a fire
Not one made with matches
I thought she was magic
I thought she would never go out
Not that I... really felt like I did enough to help her, obviously.