Despite her name, Birdie doesn't have the skill to crawl through a window to Kaz's office. Even if she did, she wouldn't risk it with how much she's carrying and how fragile he record is after all these years. Dropping it from a height might be more devastating a thing than getting caught out at sunrise.
It's precious, a relic of a life she both stopped living and holds close even now. Most of the songs are still covers, because that's how folk music tends to operate. Old songs and songs that just sound old and a couple that she wrote herself. For something made specifically to be sold and listened to by people other than herself, it's rare to have the inclination and the ability to let someone else so much as know about it.
So, she comes through the front door like a normal person, waves a hello to anyone that's still sitting up, and slips upstairs to visit with the exception to so many of those unspoken rules.
He's expecting her, but she does knock before opening the door. If he's forging something, probably best to not just barge in and have his hand slip.
"Your background noise has arrived!" The cheer in her voice is a little forced, a little put on, as if to mask how big it is to share this particular noise with him. As much as he's heard her sing since she's been here, and as much as she's told him, this feels more intimate than just showing off a relic of the past.
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Despite her name, Birdie doesn't have the skill to crawl through a window to Kaz's office. Even if she did, she wouldn't risk it with how much she's carrying and how fragile he record is after all these years. Dropping it from a height might be more devastating a thing than getting caught out at sunrise.
It's precious, a relic of a life she both stopped living and holds close even now. Most of the songs are still covers, because that's how folk music tends to operate. Old songs and songs that just sound old and a couple that she wrote herself. For something made specifically to be sold and listened to by people other than herself, it's rare to have the inclination and the ability to let someone else so much as know about it.
So, she comes through the front door like a normal person, waves a hello to anyone that's still sitting up, and slips upstairs to visit with the exception to so many of those unspoken rules.
He's expecting her, but she does knock before opening the door. If he's forging something, probably best to not just barge in and have his hand slip.
"Your background noise has arrived!" The cheer in her voice is a little forced, a little put on, as if to mask how big it is to share this particular noise with him. As much as he's heard her sing since she's been here, and as much as she's told him, this feels more intimate than just showing off a relic of the past.