georgia koumará verliebt in clara

GEORGIA:
You know this is not a love song.

CLARA:
You cannot write.

G:
Look who’s talking!

C:       
If you could write words, you wouldn’t have spent so many hours of your life writing music.

G:       
Oh someone sounds a little bit irritated.

C:        
Ach, how nice of you to notice!

G:       
Being dramatic much?

C:       
You left me home alone for weeks, watching your plants slowly die!! I almost died out of boredom!!

G:       
Clara, you know I had to work …

C:         
You never take me with you.

G:       
I thought we talked about it.

C: 
…

G:
We are not ready yet.

C:
How will we ever get ready if you don’t practise? I was built for the stage! The lights! The spectacle! The audience! Encore! Encore! Encore!

G:       
You are still very unpredictable and unstable! I never know how you will react to my touch …

C:
DO NOT DARE TOUCH ME!

G:
Fine, your highness! I won’t. I never will. Chill. But I want you to know that I am really sorry I left you alone. I missed you a lot, if I am being honest.

C:       
Oh reeeeeally? What then?

G:       
I missed your analog wave­shaping circuit, which imbues ethereal sonic character and empowers rich sound sculpting possibilities and your on­ board analog BBD delay which creates a wash of spiraling echoes and resounding warmth.

C:       
Are you trying to praise me or sell me??

G:       
Ah, alright I missed your sensitivity, your other­ worldliness, your unpredictability, your unique timbre. To name a few. You are a glorious machine Clara, you know that! The day you finally came home was one of the happiest of my life. I was waiting for over a year till you came into my life and my living room. CAN YOU PLEASE STOP HUMMING »Can’t touch this« by MC Hammer when I am talking to you??! That’s beneath you.

C:       
Do you promise to spend more time with me from now on?

G:       
Yes I do.

C:       
And will we go on holidays together? G:  Yes we will.

C:       
I cannot stand humidity and direct sunlight! And I need a Siesta from 2–4 pm every day. And finally get me a tuner!

G:       
I know. I know… And 20 minutes of warm up, not a soul or object around you … Your demands are endless, you weirdo.

C:       
When will we get on stage?

G:  
In November!

C:       
In November!!! You promise?!

G:
Yes!

C:       
Oh then I need to get in shape! We need to get in shape! You hear me?! But … Do you have to take her with us?

G:       
Who?

C:       
Strega.

G:       
But I thought you liked each other!

C:       
Well, it’s fine I guess. As long as I am the star of the show.

G:       
It’s a concert! Not a show!

C:       
Whatever. I am going to practise my scales and my vibrato. Are you coming?