“He has no clue what I’m talking about,” she said while she traced the white RF in the corner of the music stand. “Of this I am almost certain. However, he always listens intently to what I’m saying. I think he likes the way I sound.”
She watched as The Diva ruffled her blonde hair and thought about that statement. “I’m not surprised really, dear. Your voice is low and poised and very easy to listen to.” The Diva looked expectantly at the girl behind the music stand wondering what her ethnic background was. After some thought she raised an eyebrow and aked if she was from the West coast.
“West Coast?” Pokey said tentatively.
“Yes,” the Diva said in her highly ‘in charge’ way. “You’ve got a very smooth way of speaking that is not characteristic of the mid-continent.”
“Hardly. I’m from a horribly landlocked state. But don’t worry. It seems to be a common misconception.”
“Well, hell. No wonder he likes to listen to you. You’re a walking contradiction.”