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♬ IC contact.

Hello! You've reached Rachel Barbra Berry. I can't answer the phone right now, I'm probably busy with song selections and working my way towards stardom, so leave me a message and I'll call you back!

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[After this thread]

Rachel? Hello - I hope you are well?

I have spoken to a new arrival to Anatole today, a lady Violet. She said she is interested in music so I offered to give you her Forge number.

[Which he proceeds to link]

A singer? Finally! Maybe now I can have some background voices for my solos.

Thank you Lancelot!

You are most welcome. I trust having you for a friend would ease her stay here.

Rachel?

...Caroline.

[ The surprise is evident on her face. She didn't really thought you'd want to talk to her again. ]

So I've kinda been thinking. And Finn's mindbroadcast sorta showed stuff and... What you did wasn't okay but I think we all kind of do crazy stuff sometimes.

You've seen Finn's - oh.

I'm sorry. I was insensitive...to Sunshine and you.

You weren't insensitive to me. And I should've been a little more understanding.

...Can we go back to being friends? I miss us being friends.

[Smile.] Me too.

I can bring you cookies, later - if you're free.

That would be great.

Rachel? I wonder if I may ask a favor of you.

[ Mm? The biggest smile. ]

Anything! How can I help?

If you have the time, I would greatly appreciate it if you could teach me a love song of your world.

A -

[ fjhfkjfhfjk bouncing! ]

I'd love to! There are many though. It...depends on what you want to say.

I would like to...

[He thinks for a moment - how exactly can he put his thoughts into words? His love for Gwen - he doesn't know the words to explain it.]

Profess my undying unconditional ever lasting love for her. I would like for her to know that if it weren't for her my life would surely have been lost. That she is...the very best of any world. Unlike any other.

[ She writes some of it down and then takes out a huge pile of pages from beneath her bed. All lyrics, written by her while she remembers them. ]

And it should be happy - like a promise, right?