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rosestar722 · 2 years

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The Day I met you [Camilo Madrigal x reader] Part 2

Hi dearies! If you didn't read Part 1, I suggest you go read it because a big part of the story is based on Part 1.

Chapters: Part 1, Part 3, Part 4

Topic: Camilo Madrigal x reader

Warnings: Camilo's eyes being opened, Camilo finally meeting Y/N

Notes: This part is where Camilio finally meets Y/N when he realises that Emilia's a bitch. This takes place after the movie, a year or two. Stay tuned for Part 2!

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Prologue: A month after the dinner, Emilia and Camilo are officially together, much to their parents' delight.

They were happy together, and frankly, everyone thought that this pairing was made to be.

Come think of it. A Madrigal and a Vanće.

The pefecto match, even better than Dolores and Mariano.

Too bad fate didn't think so.

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After 6 months of seeing each other, Camilo started to notice something.

Some changes.

Emilia.

Emilia had started to change.

Instead of being as nice and polite to him, she now treats him like someone lower than her.

He no longer felt close to her, only taking her as something that's appeared in his life.

The kisses were empty, and every minute they spent together was thinking about something else.

Their relationship no longer had any warmth.

A fire that was being extinguished, bit by bit with each passing minute.

No matter how much he told himself it was still the Emilia that he knew, a small voice always told him something else.

That the Emilia he was now facing wasn't the Emilia he once knew.

She was already someone else.

'Maybe it got to her head? Or is it that I mistook her for something else?' He would think when he was alone.

He couldn't bring himself to tell his mama y papa. They were so happy with him and Emilia being together, he didn't want to ruin it.

But he knew that this empty relationship couldn't last forever like this.

One way or another, he would break.

Fall under the pressure that fate has bestowed upon him.

He wasn't Luisa. Or Mirabel. Or Isabela.

He couldn't handle the pressure.

"Camilo?" Emilia called, temporarily stopping his train of thought.

Mustering the best smile he could give, he replied,

"Yea?"

"I need to go to the L/N's panadería to get some sweets for Ezperanza's wedding next week, can you help me get them?"

"Sure." He shrugged. He was already used to Emilia sending him on errands.

Before leaving her house, he stopped.

"You haven't yet told me what to buy," Camilo said.

"Seriously? Didn't I tell you?" Emilia says with a roll of her eyes.

"You didn't." He says firmly.

Rolling her eyes once more, she handed him a piece of paper.

"Here. It's a list of the stuff we need to buy."

Wordlessly, he turned around and walked out the door out to the bustling streets, leaving Emilia with a confused look behind her.

'He's been acting strange lately. Does he know about it?' Emilia thought.

'Whatever. He's not smart enough to find out.' Brushing it off, she turned on her heel and sauntered back into her room.

If she had known that this errand was going to tear their relationship apart, she would have done it herself.

But what is done is done, and can never be undone.

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Camilo walked down the streets of Encanto, looking for the bakery that Emilia said.

It was a well-known shop across Encanto, but he's never been there before, so finding it will take some time.

Looking down at the list that Emilia gave him, Camilo wandered around the streets.

'A paper bag? What does she need that for?' Camilo wondered.

Still looking at the small piece of paper, Camilo didn't see the girl in front of him, and only realised when he had crashed into her.

She dropped everything she was holding, some of the boxes tumbling helplessly on the road.

"Dios mios, I'm so sorry!" She exclaimed, bending down to pick her stuff up.

"No, I should be the one that's sorry. I bumped into you after all." Camilo apologised profusely, helping her pick her stuff up.

She couldn't help but raise her eyebrows a bit.

"Your family is really one of a kind, aren't they?" She said with a small smile.

"Aren't we all the same?" Camilo asked, confused by her remark.

"You are truly one of a kind." She remarked. "Thank you for your help."

Turning around, the mysterious girl started to walk away, back to the ocean of people.

"Wait!" Camilo reached out to grab her wrist, refraining her from walking away.

"My name's-" He started to say but was cut off.

"Camilo Madrigal. Everyone knows." She said with a glint in her eye, tugging her hand from his grasp.

"If you know my name, shouldn't I know yours too?" He asked, still not letting go of her hand.

"Why do you want to know?" She asked, confused. 'Why would a Madrigal want to know my name?'

"Because why not?"

"And what if I don't want to tell you?"

"I'll find out then." He promised.

She kept her posture and a small smile, pretending not to be affected by him, but on the inside, her smile could light up an entire city.

"Please?" He begged, giving her the puppy-dog eyes.

She thought for a bit.

"Y/N. Y/N L/N." She said, pulling her wrist from his grasp and turning back to the ocean of life.

Camilo watched her disappear amongst the crowd, suddenly overcome with a feeling he hadn't felt in months.

Victory.

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YAHOO! I FINALLY GOT THIS DONE! [Ok, that was me on hype]

Anyways, how was it? Like I said before if you notice any problems contact me right away and I'll fix it up. Love you all!

Mwaah😘~

Word Count (Only for story): 801 words

#camilo x reader #camilo madrigal #Encanto #Camilo x OC #OC #Emilia Vanće #Y/N #L/N #Dolores Madrigal #Mariano Guzman

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apple-death · 2 years

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Ahw Shit

Tw; Gore, heavily injured body, the word “throwing up”

Another beautiful day comes over the wonderful town of Encanto as the people mill about and the children play about in the streets.

The Madrigals are going about their busy lives as Isabela slowly makes her way into the town, helping anyone along the way in need of her powers and entertaining the kids.

Luisa can be seen periodically rushing around with heavy stuff on her shoulders that need to be relocated and kids trailing behind her, yelling about how cool she is for carrying so much.

Camilo is entertaining a crowd with his theatrics and sometimes causing a bit of mischief by his shifting.

Dolores is quietly running errands with the occasional person asking if she can hear someone they’re looking for. Usually their child that ran off.

Pepa was with Felix as they both were getting prepared for Antonio’s gift ceremony that was happening in a few days.

And Julieta was in the town’s plaza giving out arepas, empanadas, and bunuelos balls to the long line of sick or injured.

"Julieta!”

A familiar man called our as he and his younger kid rushed to the woman with an unconscious individual awkwardly held between them.

They looked young and was pale. Blood was running down their face and seeping through the lower back of their shirt, slowly staining the pack basket they had on. The clothes they were wearing indicated that they weren’t from Encanto as they had no ruana and weren’t wearing anything local. The nearest village was miles away too so it was unlikely that they were from there if they were just out gathering.

“Oh my god what happened to them?!”

“We don’t know! We only found them because there was a Yellow Caracara flying around.”

Julieta broke a bunuelo ball apart and opened their mouth, to which it made a horrible popping noise. Since word travels fast in Encanto, a freshly formed crowd surrounded the scene and any close enough cringed at the gross sound. Some murmured that the stranger was probably already dead.

After getting the food in the stranger, popping and cracking came from their body as bones were put back together and limbs turned to be at their normal angles. Multiple people in the crowd had to leave since the scene was so vile and some were heard gagging or throwing up in the background.

“Oh my god...”

Although their body seemed to be healed, they hadn’t woken up which made Julieta worried. She put her head to their chest to see if there was a heartbeat.

“Are they..?”

The farmer’s kid sheepishly asked.

“They’ll be alright.-”

Dolores put her hand on the kids shoulder as she peered over the seen.

“-I can hear their breathing and heartbeat.”

A collective breath was released through everyone at the news.

Since the excitement was now over the crowd dispersed and went back to their lives, leaving only the Madrigals to decide what should happen to the stranger now.

“So what are we gonna do with them?”

Camilio motioned to them.

“Once they regain consciousness, they're to leave at once.”

Abuela answered.

“What? Mama they almost died, they should rest before they leave.”

Julieta argued.

“Absolutely not. They are a threat to Encanto and it’s safety.”

“They’re not an outsider mama, they’re not dressed like one.”

“You don’t know-”

“Uegh what the fuck...”

Pepa quickly covered Antonio’s ears at the sudden curse.

The mystery person slowly sat up and Julieta put her hand on their back to keep them steady. Little did she know, this would be a bad idea.

The person violently threw themselves forward away from her touch and frantically got up and turned to them. Making the other Madrigals panic as well and get defensive. Ready to throw down if needed.

“Where...”

They frantically looked at their surroundings and saw the Madrigals right in front of them to which they paled at.

“It’s okay we’re not here to hurt you what’s your name dear.”

Julieta gently spoke to them to which it seemed to help settle them down.

“My..name?”

“Yes.”

“..Y/n. Where am I? Who are you?”

“My name is Julieta Madrigal. You’re in the town of Encanto.”

They froze at this and then adjusted to a more relaxed stance as it looked like they were now thinking of something.

“Where are you from?”

Abuela questioned, while giving a quick side glance to Julieta.

“Uh..Encanto”

“Really? we’ve never seen you here.”

“I know little Spanish. Do you..”

Y/n made a writing motion to symbolize that they were asking for something to write with.

“Oh I have one!”

Mirabel took grabbed a notebook and pencil form her bag and went over to them. The other Madrigals doing the same as Y/n started to quickly scribble on the pad.

Y/n made a tiny bundle of houses with a chibi Mirabel face to say that that was the town and made a giant circle around it to represent the boarder of Encanto. They then, near the boarder, put a chibi y/n and house.

“Oh, they live outside the town.”

Luisa commented.

“They’re technically in Encanto.”

Mirabel reasoned to which abuela frowned at and Julieta smirked at.

They then scribbled a chibi Julieta next to a health cross pointing to a chibi them and a question mark.

“Yes, I healed you,”

“Thank you.”

Y/n then promptly gave Mirabel back her notebook and started to walk away.

“Uh, where are you going?”

Isabela questioned with a confused look on her face.

“Home.”

They grabbed their pack basket a swiftly started to leave.

“But you need time to recover.”

“No thank you.”

They hurriedly cut through the busy townsfolk and soon enough the Madrigals lost sight of them.

“That was weird.”

Camilio said, and then promptly got elbowed by his sister.

Y/n pov

‘Shhhiiiiiitttt.”

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Table of Contents

#Encanto x reader #Encanto x reader insert #Platonic madrigal family #Platonic madrigal family x readerf #Platonic Julieta x reader #Platonic Mirabel x reader #Platonic Isabela x reader #Platonic Camilo x reader #Platonic Pepa x reader #Platonic Luisa x reader #Platonic Antonio x reader #Platonic Felix x reader #Platonic Dolores x reader #Platonic Abuela x reader

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ghostdrafts · 2 years

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Hi, this is for Encanto:

🌹Abuela/Alma

💐Isabela

🌷Bruno and Mirabel

🌸Delores

🌺Luisa

🏵Antonio

🌻Bruno (besides his rat children obvs.)

🌼Julietta

🌱Pepa and Felix

🍃Agustin

🍀Abuela

🌈 Camilio

⚡Bruno and Mirabel

⭐The entire Madrigal Family, or whomever you wanna do is fine with me

Oh gosh, hi anon! This was so much fun to write! Thanks for sending this in :) i hope you enjoy reading it as much as i enjoyed writing it 🌹- how they take their ice cream Abuela - Alma is a very complex woman with a particular taste for things, but her favorite flavor is alphonso mango ice cream. The kind that you can only seem to find in booths at street fairs. She remembers that it was the kind Pedro got the night they met

💐- favorite scents Isabela - You would think that her favorite scent would be roses or maybe lavender, but the truth is, she gets a little tired of that sometimes. Flowers smell nice, sure. But her favorite smell is actually Juileta's apple empanadas. Crisp, sweet, warm. The night after her ceremony, she'd locked herself away and eaten at least half a dozen of them while she cried under the pressure that came crushing down on her with the expectation of perfect. Ever since then, she's latched onto that comfort and it's a favorite of hers.

🌷- what they do to relax Bruno - Bruno is very easily overwhelmed by other people, so his ideal form of relaxation is a quiet evening. A lot of people think that his visions only come with the rituals, but that's unfortunately just not the case. He's learned how to control them a lot better, and more often than not, they're scattered, rapid fired, but suppressing them as much as he does causes headaches that are pretty much constant until they're unbearable and cause sudden episodes where he can't just shut them out anymore. It'll push him to isolate a little, which might not be the healthiest coping mechanism, but it helps him regroup and recuperate without having to worry about upsetting/hurting other people. So, he'll hideout to deal with it on his own, but he's learned a better sense of self care, so when he's coming down in the aftermath of it all, he'll have a bubble bath and a glass of wine while he watches his favorite telenovelas. Mirabel - She likes to sew! There are a couple of different reasons this helps her relax. Growing up, presumably without a gift, it felt like there weren't many ways she could contribute to the people around her, often brushed aside by others, but she learned to create something beautiful with her own two hands! It gives her something to focus her energy into, and feel like she's actually doing something worth while, with the added bonus of being able to gift something nice to the people she cares about! Every single person in the family and even a couple of kids around the town have something she personalized with a needle and thread for them. It's all made with love and it makes her heart swell with so much pride and joy when she sees them wearing it/carrying it with them.

🌸- how they decorate Dolores - Dolores likes soft colors! Sometimes with her enhanced hearing, it feels like all of her senses just go haywire with everything going on around her, it's nice to be surrounded by something not so overwhelming. She likes pastel shades that kind of make her bedroom look like a cozy little dreamland and as time goes on, powder blue becomes her favorite, because she likes the way it looks on Mariano. She likes the way he writes poems about the sky and the ocean, how taken he is by wanderlust at a little thing like that and she falls in love with a color, the same way she fell in love with him. She'd incorporate it more and more into her decorating and she loves anything soft! Stuffed animals, blankets, pillows. She surrounds herself with it.

🌺- creative outlets Luisa - Music. She can carry a piano, but what most people don't know is that she can play the hell out of one too. When she was younger, Augustin would hold her in his lap while he played a melody, and let her little hands sit on top of his, dancing over each key. Sometimes, she'd fall asleep there, other's she'd try to keep up and press notes of her own, making for a slightly chaotic, out of tune duet that was their own special song. Sometimes, Augustin will hit random notes and smile, because it reminds him of Luisa learning and growing the same affinity as him. She loves music. Whether it's playing or hearing it and she gets it from her father. Luisa is a daddy's girl.

🏵️- favorite animal (s) Antonio - His favorite animal is a jaguar! This didn't just start when Parce came along and became the best companion he could ever ask for, but it started a little over a year before he got his gift. He always loved animals, had an affinity for anything with fur. Anything that swam or slithered, everything in between. You name it! But during one of the towns many gatherings and street fairs, he got his face painted like one and absolutely fell in love with them! It was actually Camilo that noticed it before anyone else and got him the first book about Wild Cats In the Rainforest that he could find, and it jumpstarted something incredible. He's gotten many more books, probably with better pictures and cooler facts, but he keeps the one his brother gave him and it's his favorite. Camilo never admits to the way it tugs his heart strings every time he sees Antonio reading it for the billionth time, as if he didn't already have the freaking thing memorized.

🌻- if they have pets Bruno - While he does have his rat children (yes, they have names and yes, he can tell them apart) he actually feeds stray cats around the town. He knows what it's like to not belong anywhere and to fend for yourself, but he also knows how much just the littlest bit of kindness can go, how profound and meaningful it is to have somebody show they care for you, so he becomes that person for all the local strays. Most of them are half feral, but they grow to trust him and they have no problem just climbing straight into his lap and purring. He has a habit of snagging the food Juileta makes, because he wants his feline friends to be happy and healthy!

🌼- habits Juileta - Midnight snacks. She spends all of her time cooking for other people. Family meals, snacks, remedies, catering the town that seems to have new ailments and injuries popping up around every corner, and don't get her wrong. She loves cooking, she loves helping people and knowing that she makes a difference to take care of others around her, but sometimes all that cooking gets exhausting and even when she's surrounded by food, she'll forget to eat for an entire day, until she's left restless with a growling stomach late at night. She won't cook. When I say midnight snack, I mean standing at the fridge in cryptid-like lighting, all dark and casting shadows, eating mozzarella cheese by the handful.

🌱- ideal trip Pepa & Felix - Somewhere sunny, Felix will always suggest a beach to see his missus rocking up in a swimsuit. Mi vita, mírate tan hermosa! They would be out of their minds if they went without the kids, worrying every five seconds, and wondering if they're alright. Pepa risks a category four hurricane at one point because she remembered that she didn't make sure everyone else knew to make the animal noises with Antonio's bedtime story (Camilo knows and absolutely blew it out of the water with all of his impressions- when they get back, Antonio asks Pepa if Camilo can keep tucking him in at night) but after about an hour in the sand, they'd be so deep in the R&R (romance and relaxation, that is). They'd be that couple with matching beach bum shirts, hitting the endless drink and dancing at sunset.

🍃- favorite season Augustin - Oh boy. He'd never give you a clear answer, because the obvious answer is summer, but the fact is that he's allergic to bees. He loves bees! But bees don't love him. He loves to see life thrive and feel the sun on his skin, he loves the way it glimmers in Juileta's eyes, and hearing the kids laugh as they run around late into the evening, when it's still light outside. Summer just feels... magical. And trust him, he knows what being surrounded by magic feels like. On the flip side of that, he loves fall! Crunchy leaves, warm drinks, quiet evenings playing piano and the more chaotic ones spent carving pumpkins and telling scary stories! (Felix tells the best ones, he nearly gave Camilo a heart attack once- and you bet your ass the poor boy didn't sleep that night). The truth is that he can find beauty in everything around him and he can fall in love with every season, as long as he has his family to spend it with him, but those two always seem to hold the most special memories.

🍀- collections Abuela - I'm going to keep this one short and sweet, because I feel like it goes without saying that she collects butterflies. The thing that nobody knows is that her favorite out of the entire collection is actually a callophrys rubi acrylic charm Bruno had given her when he was eight. She kept it in her nightstand for many years, and when he disappeared, she placed it close to the candle. She would pray over it every single night and hope that their encanto would be able to grant her son one more miracle and keep him alive, not knowing where he would go or where he would end up. Bruno cried for about three hours when he came back and realized she'd kept it all these years.

🌈- sexuality/gender Camilo - Camilo is driven by how deeply he cares about the people that he loves and those connections are more profound than anything else, so I feel like he'd be demisexual. He wouldn't be the kind to jump straight into a relationship with somebody, or even develop a crush out of the blue. He can acknowledge when somebody is attractive (there are days he'll carry certain traits/features off of other people- straighter smile, smaller nose, different hair, etc., just because he feels out of place in his own skin and he thinks other people look better than him) but anything dipping into romance would come after months or even years of friendship and nothing will truly develop without that connection. When he falls in love though, he'd never stop and he'd love you unconditionally. He/they.

⚡- hobbies Bruno - Rat Boy is a thespian! He did always used to say that his real gift was "acting", and true to his word, a hobby of his was always creating and performing skits! Since he's come back though, him and Camilo work together. He writes and directs, Camilo performs each character. Together they make the family laugh, cry, shock and awe. Especially Dolores who could overhear everything the whole time and got way too invested in Bruno's telenovelas over the years in the walls! Their love could never be- she was his WHAT? More than writing plays however, Bruno just genuinely likes to write. But at least with the makeshift plays, it’s more quality time with his nephews and nieces and that becomes his favorite hobby. Mirabel - Again, short and sweet. But sewing is her thing! She likes to stitch and embroider, tailor and personalize, give sweet little touches to little every day things, because that's her own way of spreading the magic. Even if it is just the way Camilo's eyes light up when he notices the chameleon sewn into his ruana.

⭐- misc headcanons Any - It was Bruno, whose blessing Augustin asked for to marry Juileta. He was the first of the triplets Augustin befriended when they were young, and he was probably Bruno's first and only real friend. For a clumsy, golden retriever at heart, we all know that Augustin is fiercely protective over the people that he cares about, and he stood between Bruno and his bullies quite often. It was actually how they met. He couldn't stand idly by and see the youngest of the three Madrigal counterparts being tormented so relentlessly for a gift he never even asked for. It was because of his time with Bruno that he met the love of his life in the first place and for that, he'll be eternally grateful toward him. So, of course. When he's ready to pop the big question, it's his dear friend who he seeks the blessing of more than anyone else. He would pay his respects to Alma, but it's Bruno's thoughts that he really cares about.

#Encanto #Camilo Madrigal #Mirabel Madrigal #Luisa Madrigal #Dolores Madrigal #Isabela Madrigal #Augustin Madrigal #Pepa Madrigal #Felix Madrigal #Madrigal Family #Ask Game #Request #Headcanon #Bruno Madrigal #Madrigals #Encanto headcanon #Imagine

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cartoonishvendor · 5 years

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Fandom tag

I was tagged by: @magical-beta

You have to choose 3 fandoms, answer the questions and tag 10 people

Fandoms : Detentionaire | Edna and Harvey | Ninjago

The first character you loved : Camilio | gonna be super meta and say it was Edna | Zane

The character you didn’t expect to love so much : probably Nadene, she’s very cool | Adrian! He’s a lot cooler than I actually remembered | Bansha

The character you relate the most to : probably Lee, but my paranoia isn’t nearly as bad. I think. | Lilli, lol | The Mailman

The character you’d slap : Blompkins | Doctor Marcel | Idk, Harumi? haven’t even seen s8, only s9 and she did nasty stuff but I don’t know any other characters I’d slap tbh

Three favorite characters in order of preference : Cam, Jenny, Brandy | Edna/Harvey (count as both), Droggelbecher, Stiesel | Zane, Cole, Kai

A character you loved at first but don’t anymore : Holger got kinda grating on my nerves, but he’s not a bad character | Capu | Idk honestly, I’ll leave this out. Maybe I’ll find one later

A character you did not like at first but you do now: Suprisingly, Brandy. Though my turning point for liking her came very early on | Mother Superior, but only because I liked her ending | Kai, ever since that ep where he saved Lloyd from the volcano

Three OTPs: I have literally hundreds as of now (bless the headcanons @ discord), but ig when going by canon my three picks are Cam/Brandy, Tina/Jenny and Chaz/Stepak | Edna/Stiesel, Edna/Droggelbecher, Suka/Shy | Polyninja minus Nya and Lloyd, Nya/Skylor/PIXAL, Ronin/Dareth (and bonus Tox/Chamille)

I tag: @sheyffer @monstriframinerva @mediasploshion and everyone else who wants to, I literally just ran out of people, but hey, maybe I forgot someone (or in some cases was too shy to tag).

#fandom tag #detentionaire #edna and harvey #ninjago

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kittinoir · 2 years

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Encanto spoilers under the cut re: Dolores’s ending

P much my only criticism of Encanto is at the end of the movie where she is finally able to confess to Mariano and after they have this exchange:

Marino: Dolores...I see you Dolores: And I hear you

And like. Of course she can hear him. That’s her ability.

For me, this exchange doesn’t have the impact it was meant to because Dolores’s conflict isn’t going unseen (at least to me - that would be Mirabel, who is often overlooked because she has no gift); likewise, Mariano’s conflict isn’t going unheard. The only time he’s truly interrupted is when he’s trying to propose, but it’s not for the purpose of interrupting him. Marino actually has very few lines, but none of them are really stepped on, so him being heard isn’t really anything, especially by the girl who hears everything.

What I would have loved to see is a reversal of those lines to get:

Marino: Dolores...I hear you Dolores: And I see you

*chefs kiss* Dolores is often quiet to balance out her gift, speaking in whispers or murmurs. This would make it easy to overlook Dolores, but to be fair, no one does, which is why this isn’t the perfect fix to the dialogue. On the other hand, part of Mariano not talking very much is the emphasis on his looks. Camilio shape-shifts into him twice to put even more emphasis on his appearance, flexing as Mariano comes to the home to propose to Isabella. However, this dialogue takes place right after Dolores lists the things about his personality that made her fall for him - the things she’s heard across town, not what’s in front of her. She sees him for his heart, not his face, something it never occurred to anyone else to do. I think this would have much more of the impact that I wanted it to, bc every time I hear this sound on tik tok it doesn’t scratch my brain the way I want it to.

#encanto #criticism #not salt

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taww · 6 years

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First Take Review: Audiovector SR 1 Avantgarde Arreté by MGD

@miy-taww: Marty kindly agreed to take initial delivery of my Audiovector speakers and do the dirty work of breaking them in. They’ve just landed in my listening room and I’ll be picking up the next phase of the review.

The Basics: The SR 1 Avantgarde Arreté loudspeaker from Audiovector is the top dog of the SR 1 model line; it retails for $5,200 in standard matte white or black, or for a $1,000 up-charge it can be ordered in a number of attractive gloss finishes. This 2-way, 8 ohm monitor from Denmark has the fit and finish that one might expect from a European luxury product.

The arching side panels keep internal surfaces from being parallel, thereby minimizing in-cabinet reflections. Each speaker weighs approximately 18 lbs and stands about 14” tall. These are true bookshelf sized speakers, but I wouldn’t use them that way unless I was forced to by a small room or a complaining mate. The mid-bass driver, custom made for Audiovector by Scan-Speak, is a 6” carbon-composite design with what I would call an oversized magnet. The tweeter, and this is where things start getting really good, is an AMT of Audiovector design that kicks in at around 2,900 Hz and goes all the way up to 51,000 Hz. That last figure is not a typo - it goes that high. There are two ports on the truncated back panel, one a bass reflex port, the other to transmit the back wave of the AMT tweeter, like a dipole. Efficiency comes in at 87.5 dB, which, by todays standards, is on the low side; not a good thing for some tube amps. Fortunately, the load is an easy one.

Use and Listening: I’ve never had a speaker so easy to set up properly in the room. You almost have to go out of your way to get it to sound bad or lumpy. Only one placement caveat: Don’t place it too close to a back wall. The amount of bass coming from the lower port is almost scary and if you get too close to a back wall you risk highly uneven or one note bass.

ESS AMT 1 speaker featuring Heil tweeters, circa 1973

The tweeter, at first glance, looks liked a folded ribbon, which, as a species, sound bright and sometimes crunchy due to poor power handling characteristics and mechanical resonances. Folded ribbons are ordinarily very directional, particularly in the vertical. Not this tweeter - it’s an Air Motion Transformer. Remember Heil loudspeakers from the 1970s? Yes, it’s a tweeter based on the Heil driver, or Air Motion Transformer. It’s a great performer extending the treble to the ozone with excellent power handling capability and far flung dispersion. It will not lock your head in a vise. The woofer is of similar quality, capable of hitting 40 Hz on the down side; doing so with energy and verve, nothing weak wristed about this woofer throughout its entire frequency range.

Almost everyone likes to listen to their music at ear bleed levels once in a while. I’ve been known to on more than one occasion, but loud by itself isn’t satisfying. This somewhat diminutive speaker has the get up and go of a 427 Ford Cobra for that day when louder is good and just what you need. I do not know of a similarly sized 2-way that will get as loud as quickly while staying clean, clean, clean. For purposes of illustration, and in honor of @miy-taww, our resident EE and classical violinist of considerable merit, I’ll discuss a very fine recording entitled “Conversations” by Bélanger & Bisson. This duet is comprised of a single piano and cello, with intermittent female vocal. Camilio and XLO International were responsible for the sonic quality of the recording, a job well done methinks. While there is plenty in terms of intimacy and presence for each instrument, it doesn’t come at the expense of just the right amount of room ambiance which is necessary for a proper perspective on the original performance. The modern day equivalent of the old Sheffield recordings featuring Lincoln Mayorga and Amanda McBroom.

So, I’m at home a few nights ago, and the sudden urge to wake up the neighbors struck. I zeroed in on track 8 and the big Steinway Concert Grand came up fortissimo; I wondered how far the Little Danes could be pushed before I did something permanent to them? No worries. These speakers lit up the nether reaches of my listening room far more realistically than any 2-way bookshelf had a right to, surpassing many 3-ways at providing full on reality in my 13’ x 24’ listening space. No thinning of timbres, no system induced compression, so full of harmonics as well as attack. And when the female vocal checked in, delicacy and breathiness. The hybrid 1st and 2nd order crossover was no doubt a part of the experience as it served to seemingly free up the drivers from the cabinet and the room itself. Speaking of cabinets, this one is super silent (it’s made of hardwoods!). Did I tell you that I loved the highs from the AMT? Super extended, never excessive. Complex performances are translated, sorted through and expressed as a musical event right before you.

I started writing about audio back in 1989 and this is one of the finest 2-way bookshelves I’ve ever heard. I’ve always been a 1st order fan with some tolerance for second order designs (such as Merlin). The biggest problem with B&W 801 loudspeakers back in the day were the horrendous 4th order crossovers. Listening to a Bud Fried design with a series 1st order made the B&W sound broken. The low order crossover used with the Audiovector woofer allows it to breathe like a first order in the mids and bass, while getting the Air Motion Transformer (2nd order, 2,900 Hz) out of harms way before it goes too low.

My lone nit with this design involves what I hear as some really low level (i.e. close to noise floor) omission around the crossover point. It’s not really noticeable until some of the “emotion” and “picture like” quality brought out so well by pure 1st order design such as the old Audio Concepts Sapphire are sought after. It’s not a lot, very little actually, but if I were to guess, I’d say there were times when the music was almost too clean at crossover. But, I am speculating and I’ll let Marc figure this one out completely in his coverage.

Still, I really like this speaker a lot.

#review #audiophile #audiovector #mgd #preview #loudspeaker

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Episode 6: “For Whom the Bell Trolls”

When a tree falls in a forest and no one’s around to hear it…

It makes a sound!

[guitar playing, whistling]

Rod [singing]: I’m not depressed, I’m just sad Not depressed, just sad I’m not depressed, just sad

[door opens] Rod: Hello?

Cody: Hey Rood! Roar, I’m a mud monster! [makes growling noises]

Rod: [chuckles] Wow, you guys, you’re really muddy. How did it go?

Deirdre: Where’s Mom?

Rod: She’s taking a nap.

Deirdre: OK. Everybody to the attic!

Cody: To the attic!

Deirdre: Oh where-where’s the baby monitor? Do you have..?

Rod: Oh I have it.

Deirdre: Yeah get it, bring it up.

Rod: OK.

Cody: Can I carry it?

Rod: Eh..

Cody: Please?

Rod: Maybe with, not with your muddy hands…

Deirdre: And grab those chairs everybody…

Rod: Watch the wall (--) [overlapping speech]

Deirdre: Let’s get, oh Cody help me clear this desk.

Cody: I’m (-) muddy, OK OK OK.

Rod: [chuckles]

Deirdre: Ladies and gentlemen, hello! This is “It Makes a Sound”. On our last episode, just an hour ago, my mother remembered something, and gave us an incredible clue into the history of Wim Faros, with these words: “I saw that young man digging today with a shovel, digging next to his trolls. What do you think he buried down there?”

Rod: [whispering] I think she said “who did he bury down there”.

Deirdre: Perhaps. It was one of the most goose..bump..inducing moments of our lives. It was like, it was like traveling in a time machine with Mom, back to the day in 1992 when she happened to drive past the cul-de-sac on Camilio Road. Was it true? Was there something buried in what used to be the garden of what used to be the front yard, of what used to be Wim Faros’ modest two-story bungalow on the other side of the fence from Rosemary Hills golf course community?

Listeners, there was something.

Cody: There was something!

Deirdre: We have the answer. We found it, we have it, it’s here. Rod. Please describe what I am holding in my dirt-covered hands, to the audience.

Rod: Oh uh, Tupperware.

Deirdre: Well… It is a medium-sized airtight container that must have been inserted into the earth decades ago, by Wim Faros.

Cody: It was awesome! There were worms everywhere, like everywhere and I took one, look!

Rod: Oh that, yeah that’s nice.

Cody: [laughs]

Deirdre: And on today’s show, we will open it and we will examine the contents live!

Rod: Oh, OK.

Deirdre: I’m Deirdre Gardner. I am coming to you from an attic in a townhouse on the edge of Rosemary Hills golf course community. Today… today has been a really incredible day.

Cody: It has.

Deirdre: For all of us.

Cody: Yeah.

Deirdre: Together we have had highs, we have had lows, and near-miraculous surprises. And it’s only mid-afternoon! Welcome, once again, to “It Makes a Sound”, where wonders never cease.

In our last episode, together, we experienced intense devastation, when the Attic Tape was savagely eaten by Tricia Elwood’s boombox, and then Mom, my Mom! Had a beautiful and rare moment of clarity induced by Wim Faros’ music, and said something that led me to believe that back in the day, Wim Faros buried something in his garden. We heard Mom’s clue, and it was up to me to see if there was something to uncover! So what did I do? I grabbed an old shovel and I ran!

Cody: And I helped!

Deirdre: And, and Cody Elwood ran after me…

Cody: I ran and I dug!

Deirdre: We crossed the fairway, we climbed through overgrown reeds!

Cody: We climbed!

Deirdre: And (-) [0:06:11] sand traps!

Cody: (-) Sand traps!

Deirdre: Until we got to the fence. The fence that was built in the early 90’s. The fence that separated the old part of town, the original Rosemary Hills, from the golf course. We can, we can make out that fence, even from here, look! Out of the small smoky window of the attic, the fence that (-) [0:06:32] up against the back of Wim Faros’ two-story bungalow.

Rod: Yeah, I see it.

Deirdre: The fence that curls upward at the bottom, perhaps because of a run-in with a Chrysler LeBaron convertible. The fence that curls up just enough for someone small, someone small like Cody, to fit through.

Cody: I’m not that small, you’re just big!

Deirdre: We ma- we made our way across that fence.

Cody: She’s (-).

Deirdre: And we arrived at the abandoned property of the Faros residence. Rotting wood still outlines the small garden around the mailbox where Wim Faros used to assemble his trolls in various tableaux. We dug.

Cody: We dug!

Deirdre: And we dug!

Cody: We dug a lot!

Deirdre: First the earth resisted and denied. But – what did we do?

Cody: We duuug!!

Deirdre: We dug, until the earth crumbled and yielded…

Cody: Yielded.

Deirdre: And offered forth the past into the present.

Cody: It was a mess! We dug up the whole thing, Rod!

Rod: [chuckles] That’s so cool, Cody.

Deirdre: Listeners. Today, we take a great leap forward towards communing with Wim Faros. When I open this box, I will touch what no one has touched since Wim Faros touched it, nearly 25 years ago. His fingerprints directly onto mine. [whispers] Wow. And here we go.

Cody: Rod! Could we do drums?

Rod: Sorry?

Cody: Aren’t you supposed to have music for big events?

Rod: Uh, you mean uh a drum roll?

Cody: Drum rolls.

Deirdre: You know you’re right, Cody. OK, go ahead.

Cody: OK, OK. How I do it, how do i..?

Rod: Here Cody, you go like this [drums]…

Cody: OK, OK.

Deirdre: Alright, go ahead and do it.

Cody: Hang on.

Rod: Yeah, like that.

Cody: [whispers] OK. OK.

Deirdre: Ready?

Cody: [drums]

Deirdre: Ladies and gentlemen…

Cody: Ladies and gentlemen. She’s opening the Tupperware. Wim Faros magic Tupperware!

Deirdre: [gasps] It’s open! Oh… the smell.

Cody: [sniffs]

Deirdre: I think it smells like the 90’s.

Rod: [chuckles] 90’s spirit.

Cody: What’s in it, what’s in it?!

Deirdre: Well… [rustles] There are several different bundles wrapped in newspaper.

Cody: Whoa!

Deirdre: I will now open the first bundle.

Cody: Drum rolls! [drums]

Deirdre: In the first packet we have… It’s a troll doll. Of course, it’s one of his trolls.

Cody: Troll doll.

Deirdre: It is a rust troll doll, with red, white and blue hair. Wearing a dress consisting of a white blouse, a blue belt with stars, and a red skirt. Rod: Quite patriotic.

Deirdre: Of all his dolls, this one. Fascinating. To make us first think of America. It must be subversive somehow. Hmm. OK. Uh… Let’s see, in the next bundle…

Cody: Drum rolls! [drums] [gasp] Cool!

Deirdre: Oh! Four golf balls cut in half!

Cody: Whoa!

Rod: That’s pretty neat. I- I didn’t know they looked like that.

Deirdre: Oh yes, oh yes! It’s compressed rubber in in different color layers, all poured in there. For specific reasons of course, um, like bounce and spin.

Cody: They, they look like planets!

Deirdre: Yes Cody, exactly!

Cody: Can I see them?

Deirdre: Listeners, like beautiful planets.

Cody: [whispers] Can I see them?

Deirdre: [whispers] Take it.

Cody: OK.

Deirdre: There’s pink and blue and gray, and one is yellow and orange and red all together.

Cody: I like the yellow.

Deirdre: They shimmer. Gosh, an object so ubiquitous of this place. He found the hidden colorful world contained within beaten-up abandoned golf balls. Of course. Exactly.

Cody: Well wha-what else, what else, drum rolls! [drums]

Deirdre: Oh, listeners, uh seeds!

Cody: Seeds? Seeds?

Deirdre: Literally, here’s a packet of seeds. He’s given us seeds. Different kinds, rare seeds, what a gorgeous idea! Wim Faros, we shall plant these seeds. Thank you!

Cody: Well what’s what’s this, what’s this big one? Drum roll! [drum]

Deirdre: Ok.

Rod: [chuckles] Nice!

Cody: OK.

Deirdre: Oh.

Cody: Um, Kool-aid Squeeze, Koala Yummies…

Deirdre: [chuckles] Oh!

Cody: One two three four five, six Tongue Splashers, a packet of Dungaroos, and Shark Bites. It’s candy?

Deirdre: And Werther’s.

Cody: Oh my grandma ate those, that’s that’s candy. She died though.

Rod: Um, I’m sorry to hear that Cody.

Cody: That’s OK.

Deirdre: It’s more than that. This is it… I’m sorry too Cody, I…

Cody: That’s OK.

Deirdre: This is a time capsule! Ladies and gentlemen, you are listening to “It Makes a Sound”. I’m Deirdre Gardner, and we are opening the time capsule buried by Wim Faros! Could it be that that these… are my Halloween Werther’s from 1992? It’s a sign.

Cody: We’re opening a time capsule! [laughs]

Rod: Is there anything else?

Deirdre: Well, [rustles] gosh I don’t think so. Wait, wait there’s I feel… No wait, there’s plastic at the bottom. Wait. It’s a laminated sleeve and something’s in here. It’s a no-, is it, oh please be a notebook.

Cody: What’s it say?

Deirdre: It’s a coaster. There’s writing on it.

Cody: What does it say?

Deirdre: Oh my god. This must be Wim Faros’ handwriting. I know these coasters. It’s from Rosemary Hills Clubhouse. It must, oh my… Rod, it’s lyrics, it’s lyrics of the songs! Some of the lyrics!

Rod: Oh, and and some, some chord notations, hey, this is…

Deirdre: A date, look, he wrote the date! 6-21-92. Listeners, that was the date of Tricia’s 8th grade graduation party! This is from the concert.

Rod: And and his chord charts, uh like it’s like (a cheat sheet).

Deirdre: We have his cheat sheet, on this coaster!

Cody: What did he cheat on?

Rod: Whoa, buddy your tongue is really green! [chuckles]

Deirdre: Cody? Cody, look at me. Did, did you eat one of Wim Faros’ gum balls?

Cody: [beat] No.

Deirdre: Cody! I- I think you might not be telling the truth.

Cody: I didn’t.

Deirdre: Oh, well, well… That’s good. Because, you know, it paints your mouth forever. Right, Rod?

Cody: What?

Rod: Oh oh yeah, the Splashers, green tongue forever.

Cody: Forever?

Deirdre: Forever!

Rod: Yeah, we all knew that…

Deirdre: We all knew that.

Rod: So good thing you didn’t.

Cody: OK I did it, I did it I’m sorry I did it! I I, I didn’t want my tongue green forever, I just wanted to taste it!

Deirdre: Cody.

Cody: I love gum!

Rod: [chuckling] That gum is over 20 years old, how was it?

Cody: It was so good, I swallowed it!

Deirdre: [sighs] Oh Cody. Listen, you just have to tell the truth.

Cody: [sadly] I know I just…

Deirdre: Because you told the truth, your tongue won’t stay green forever.

Cody: Really?

Rod: Just many, many hours.

Deirdre: But Cody, everything from the time capsule is really important and special and amazing and rare, because it belonged to Wim Faros. So we have to keep it really safe, OK?

Cody: OK.

Deirdre: It’s sacred!

Cody: Yeah, secret.

Deirdre: That was sacred gum!

Cody: OK!

Deirdre: It wasn’t right to steal it, but…

Cody: I’m sorry!

Deirdre: OK Cody.

Cody: [tearily] I’m sorry.

Deirdre: I’m not mad at you. Do you know what this means?

Cody: No. What does it mean?

Deirdre: It means that that you have a little piece of sacred Wim Faros memorabilia inside you now. Wim Faros is part of you, in your guts. So that’s a really special responsibility.

Cody: I feel special.

Deirdre: Well, good.

Mom: Everything is wet! The floor is (-) [0:14:52]…

Deirdre: Oh oh Mom, Mom I’m coming, hang on.

Rod: I, I got her. Hi Mrs. Gardner. Let me help you up the stairs. O..K nevermind, you’re very fast.

Mom: All the paper on the floor. Pick up your mess! Messers!

Deirdre: Sorry Mom.

Rod: It’s OK Deirdre, I I’ll pick it up, you don’t have to.

Deirdre: Mom! Mom, we found what Wim Faros buried! What you saw. It was a time capsule! We found it thanks to you!

Mom: This here is a pretty girl!

Cody: I’m a boy.

Mom: You look you, look here you are nice in that picture, silly girl.

Cody: That’s not me.

Rod: Hey Deirdre, look. This uh piece of newspaper he’s used for wrapping..

Deirdre: What?

Rod: The Rosemary Hills Gazette.

Deirdre: Can I see it, Mom? Oh my gosh, the Gazette! [gasps] What?

Mom: What?

Cody: I I wanna see! “Above, Deirdre Gardner 12, Rosemary Hills, stands next to her award-winning weaving at Rosemary Hills middle school’s Fall into Arts competition.” That’s a picture of you?!

Deirdre: Yes, it is! It is, it’s from when I won the art contest. Wha-what co-, the coincidence I, I can’t I mean, this must mean something! Uh, ladies and gentlemen, in Wim Faros’ time capsule, the-the newspaper, a-a pi- a piece of the newspaper, a scrap like, a scrap that he used to wrap his treasures around 1992, there’s me! I’m in the paper. I was in the paper for my weaving. I-I don’t know how, I mean the serendipity of it, right I mean, the Gazette!

Rod: The paper is from 1991.

Deirdre: What?

Mom: That’s a stunner.

Rod: The Rosemary Hills Gazette with your picture is from ’91, not ’92. Maybe he saved it?

Deirdre: But… no. he didn’t really know me. I was, I was just in the periphery. It’s, it’s true that it’s an amazing… But he didn’t know me, he saw me sometimes around the golf course but…

Mom: All the glass doors and glass on your (-) [0:17:19] glass. Deirdre: I mean, we never spoke…

Mom: (- Windex) pretty girl?

Cody: Me?

Mom: Who else?

Cody: Well I’m a…

Deirdre: Oh my god. [gasps]

Mom: …pretty girl?

Cody: Um, yes.

Rod: Nice, Cody.

Deirdre: [gasps] I…I can’t believe it. My picture. He, he must have just grabbed it, right? I mean people keep newspapers for kindling and and packing, maybe.

Mom: And Windex!

Deirdre: Um, OK, OK listeners, um… Well we are, we are obviously just at the beginning of understanding the full significance of these magnificent relics. Um, there will be much debate and much unpacking, of the various interpretations of why Wim chose these particular objects to encapsulate [gasps]… But most thrilling for now is, is that we have the gift of the music across the decades, exactly in our moment of need. A cheat sheet…

Rod: (--) [0:18:31 quiet speech]

Deirdre: ..with scribbled words and chords, to remember. And I am positive, I am positive Rosemary Hills, that with the aid of this coaster, we will be able to restore with exactitude all the songs on the Attic Tape.

Rod: I-I mean this here, Weaves the Weaver, “the imperfect weaving something, time knots to hide the (frays)…

Deirdre: Can I see it?

Rod: Geez, [chuckling] this writing’s so small. “See those… hats?” No, “holes”. “See those holes and gaps mid-sentence, I speak gaps and holes.”

Deirdre: “I speak gaps and holes”.

Rod: No couldn’t that be, you know, about your picture in the paper?

Deirdre: [gasps] I, I think, I think it does sound like me.

Rod: C7, or G..

Deirdre: But I, I had no idea, I hated that weaving. I was so embarrassed that it won a prize. Look at my face in this picture, I’m grimacing. All I could do was make that weird ugly uneven thing. By age 12, do you know, King Tut had reunited Egypt? That’s what we learned in school. And I lived in a world where Wim Faros existed, but not in a world where he knew I existed. But that must be. It’s me. Wim Faros knew me. Maybe he liked my weaving. My face and my art, in his time capsule.

Cody: I think your weaving looks really cool.

Deirdre: You know Cody, thanks! I do too now. I see it.

Rod: Let’s sing it!

Mom: Me too, me too!

Cody: Yeah!

Deirdre: But but we only have that first verse, guys, and I don’t remember it.

Rod: Well maybe we can, I figure it out?

Mom: Figure it out! [laughter]

Rod: Yeah. So it says, [sings] “Weaves the weaver, the imperfect, weaving something, time knots to hide the frays. See those holes and gaps mid-sentence, I speak gaps and holes.” Na-na-na-na-na…

Deirdre: Did he write na-na?

Mom: Sounds pretty.

Cody: That was good! [whispers] I’ll try it, OK. [plays drums]

Rod and Cody: [singing] Na-na-na-na…

Rod: Alright, Deirdre, go on!

Cody: Deirdre, go!

Deirdre: Go on, I don’t, with what? I don’t remember it.

Rod: Just riff!

Mom: Just riff!

Cody: Just riff!

Rod: (--)…

Deirdre: OK, (--) riff…

Cody: Go Deirdre!

Deirdre: I (can’t)!

Mom: Rii-iff!

Cody: Go!

Deirdre: OK OK, um… [sings] Weaving weaver trusts her colors, maybe turquoise, maybe blue.

Mom: Yes!

Rod: That’s won you an award!

Deirdre: All we see is black and white now.

Rod: Lose not my (my flattened chord)! [0:21:29]

Cody: My (flattened chord)! [laughs]

Mom: Weaving, weeping, willow, waah!

Deirdre: What, Mom?

Mom: Crying tree, crying spree! (--) [0:21:39] land to brook. Went down her weedy (trophies) and herself fell in the weeping brook!

Deirdre: Whoa, sing Mom, can you sing?

Mom: Lalalala, flowers nettles, daisies and long purples! Squawking dirty birds (-)..

Deirdre: Oh no, there’s no birds.

Mom: Then she has drowned, (gurble gurble gurble), drowned drowned! Sinking, singing, I’m singiiiing!

Deirdre: Sing, yeah sing!

Mom: Weaving weaver weeping. Woven, Windeeeex!

Deirdre: Wow!

Mom: (-)…

Rod: Yeah keep going, keep going! (-)…

Deirdre: Little weaver, woven something…

Cody: That won her an award! [laughs]

Rod: Hands know things before the rest us!

Deirdre: What’s the weight upon the yarn?

Rod: Yeah, what’s the weight?

Cody: It’s the weight upon the yarn!

Rod: Yeah keep going, it’s good, keep riffing!

Deirdre: (--)…

Deirdre: Weaving hater!

Cody: Yeah hater!

Deirdre: Weaving maker!

Rod: Yes! Making weaving winner hater…

Mom: Winner hater!

Cody: (-) weaver!

Rod: (Not good to say), but you said this already…

Deirdre: You guys!

Mom: Drowned!

Rod: You see it’s maybe maybe maybe…

Deirdre: This is so crazy!

Cody: Maybe! I dunno, who knows!

Mom: (--)!

Deirdre: Weaving hater, weaving maker, you’re a (heaving) weaving winner maker. (--) to say, but you said it already, you’ll see it someday maybe, maybe maybe maybe…

Mom: Maybe maybe maybe maybe!

Deirdre: Wow!

[everyone laughs]

Rod: (Awesome).

Deirdre: Well that sounded nothing like Wim Faros. I mean, I mean those weren’t his lyrics.

Cody: But I think it sounded really cool!

Rod: Me too.

Mom: Me too, me and me too!

Deirdre: Well yeah, yes it was cool. It was very interesting. Bu-but it wasn’t right.

Rod: Mrs Gardner, was that Shakespeare?

Mom: It’s cool.

Deirdre: Yeah she played Ophelia in Rosemary Hills Community Theater when I was little. I mean Mama’s an actress, didn’t I tell you that? As a hobby, you know, but she was really good. They also performed at the clubhouse, so many things happened there. I think she’s got a lot of Hamlet lines in her.

Mom: Ta-daa, brrravo, thank you! [applause]

Rod: Yay!

Cody: Yay!

Deirdre: Yes, (--) [0:23:52] Mom, that was really great.

Mom: Bravo, thank you, you’re too kind!

Deirdre: Everyone, that was good, very musical. And and very good progress on the drums, Cody.

Cody: Thank you, I practiced.

Deirdre: But I think that we can, we can go beyond thematic improvisation. Wim Faros gave us a time capsule. We have his coaster now. And we will use everything on it to replay his music.

Mom: Ta-daa, thank you! [applause]

Rod: Yay, (--)!

Cody: Yay!

Deirdre: Good, Mom. And we will do this soon, listeners. I guarantee that Wim Faros will sing. He will sing inside of you, as he sings inside of me. And as he sings inside of my Mom, somewhere in there, with the Shakespeare.

Mom: Thank you! [claps hands]

Cody: Does he sing in me?

Deirdre: Yes, he will sing inside of Cody, our young neighbor. Who ingested Wim Faros’ Splasher gum today, that’s..

Cody: That’s true, so…

Deirdre: ..consecrating himself to the music.

Mom: Consecration! [claps hands]

Cody: And does does he sign in Rod?

Deirdre: And Rod, yes. In him too. Rod, drink the Kool-Aid.

Rod: Oh, what?

Deirdre: Will you um, I dunno could you I don’t- maybe take a sip of Wim Faros’ Kool-Aid Squeeze? You know, as a symbol. As a way to commune with the artist.

Rod: I-it’s very very cold.

Deirdre: Please Rod, it’s important. It’s symbolic, Rod. Rod?

Rod: O-OK OK, I will.

Cody: Do it Rod, I I had the gum.

Rod: OK. Mm-mm, wow. It tastes exactly like it did!

Cody: Can I try?

Rod: Uh sure.

Cody: Yuum!

Rod: (-) [0:25:32].

Cody: Wow!

Deirdre: People of Rosemary Hills. I’m Deirdre Gardner. These are my very special guests: Rod Reeder, Cody Elwood, and Mom. This is “It Makes a Sound”. [applause]

Rod: Hurrayyyy!

Cody: Yayy, it makes a sound!

Deirdre: We thank Wim Faros for the tremendous gift he has given us. He has left us the blueprint for his music. The work is laid out before us. We must decipher and decode his tiny scrawl containing lyrics and chords. We are ready and willing soldiers. We are special agents, here in the frontlines of genius. And we will begin now…

Cody: Deirdre, I have to pee.

Mom: Uh oh, oopsie!

Rod: Oh oh, OK I can take him. Can you help me, Mrs G? Why don’t we go downstairs and show Cody the bathroom.

Mom: Isn’t that fun? [laughs]

Rod: Sorry to interrupt you Deirdre.

Deirdre: That’s OK.

Mom: Sorry, sorry!

Cody: Sorry.

Deirdre: Go ahead uh, I’ll be right down.

Cody: Sorry Deirdre.

Deirdre: I’ll be right down to help.

Mom: Oh apologies, (--) [0:26:31 voice fades out]

Cody: Sorry, sorry.

Deirdre: Listeners. We have everything we need. Leave it to me. You leave it to me. I will take the coaster. I will transcribe the tiny handwriting. I will untangle the chords. I shal take the sword form Wim’s stone so that we may at last have his music. Prepare yourself four our next episode, when the music of Wim Faros will return to your impatient ears.

But also in the meantime, if you have any information about Wim Faros that you think should be shared with our listeners, or have any expertise in repairing analogue technology, you should still contact me, at [email protected].

Thank you. Until next time, comrads.

“It Makes a Sound” is written by Jacquelyn Landgraf. Co-directed with Jacquelyn Landgraf and Anya Saffir. Sound design and mixed by me, Vincent Caccione. Original music composed by Nate Weida, with lyrics by Nate Weida and Jacquelyn Landgraf.

With Jacquelyn Landgraf as Deirdre Gardner, Annie Golden as Deirdre’s Mom, Nate Weida as Rod Reeder, and Melissa Mahoney as Cody Elwood.

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