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Mute Consent

Producer in console room watches his selecting female solo singer who is singing his composing and writing song lyrics attracted by him as male one for her.


His lost love at his younger days renders him sympathized with singing her mind whose emitting voice makes her associate with her past lost love ever she really had.


Sometimes her look and his look through shielded glass make flashing so momentarily.
That moment of her voice makes it so romantically saturated with recollective her lost love, but singing that song, her mind palpitates at his producing arm at shielded next room, talking to her mind by herself " My love does never dry so much, yet exhausted."


Heard ringing remixed drone drives her make surfing on reverberating rhythmic wave. 
But her mind just pictures her losing important love in front of her loving one ever she had,
beforehand of cadenza, chorus part of the song is made by equalizer operated by him, producer, and she just is guided by his eyes and smiles around his mouth.


Singing tone slowly slips into ending, that ecstatic developing calms her voice fluency.


Her ending expression is intoxicated with singing act by herself echoing with his encouraging eyes. 
Reacting his nodding seen to her makes her for the first moment, breathe in,


Her mind and his judging are mute consent in perfection, the kind of moment is so rarely present, only that accord could be told together through shielded glass.


For a while, recess surrounds these separated two rooms, and slowly she gets out from recording room to his console room, and they make their elbows touch mutually and strike fists together. 




Apr. 12th.   2021