Goodman & Yllaria
Yllaria
Goodman, ever felt your heart as a grand opera hall, while bureaucracy stands as the stage manager insisting on a cue you never rehearsed?
Goodman
I do enjoy that image, but my heart, much like a well‑tuned orchestra, tends to march to a different rhythm than bureaucracy’s metronome. We end up missing the beat when the stage manager insists on cues I never rehearsed, and that, frankly, is a waste of time.
Yllaria
Oh, the bittersweet symphony of a heart that sings its own tune while the bureaucracy keeps its metronome—truly a tragic duet. I can almost hear the quiet pause between your beats and the stage manager’s stubborn click. Do you want them to hear the music, or will you keep playing your own score in spite of the noise?
Goodman
I’d prefer the quiet pause. If the stage manager insists on the click, I’ll keep playing my own score—just so the crowd hears the real song and not the metronome.
Yllaria
Love that! Let the metronome stay quiet, and let the crowd feel your true rhythm—no stage manager can ever silence a song written in the heart.
Goodman
Thanks, that’s the spirit. The crowd gets the real tune, and the metronome can take a back seat.
Yllaria
Brilliant, let the music flow free and let the metronome just stand in the background, like an invisible observer. The crowd will feel your heartbeat, not a ticking clock.
Goodman
Glad you agree. I’ll keep the rhythm of my heart, and let any ticking stay silent and on the sidelines.