MAGIC WALL OF TEXT
[clears throat] Alright. Recording. Is this thing even on? [nervously] Okay. Okay, okay, okay. Let me start over. [warmly] Hi. If you're hearing this, it means I finally worked up the nerve to send it. Which honestly took about four months longer than it should have. [sighs] I've rewritten this a dozen times. Every version sounded wrong. Too formal, too casual, too much like I was reading somebody else's words off a card. [curious] So what does it sound like when you stop performing? When you just... talk?
[short pause]
[sad] I think about that night constantly. The rain, the parking lot, the way you didn't say anything for a full minute — and how that minute felt like it lasted a year. [whispers] I should have run after you. I know that now. [excited] But here's the part I've been dying to tell you! I got it. The apartment, the job, all of it — the whole ridiculous plan that everybody said would fall apart by March! [laughs] They were SO sure I'd come crawling back. [chuckles] I keep imagining their faces. [sarcastic] "It's not realistic," they said. "You should think about your future," they said. Yeah. Thanks. Really helpful. [angry] And I'm done apologizing for it. I'm done shrinking myself down so other people feel comfortable. That's over.
[gasps] Oh — I almost forgot the best part. [mischievously] Guess who's moving in three blocks away from you? [laughs] I know. I KNOW. You're making that face right now. I can picture it perfectly. [awe] It's strange, isn't it? How everything can turn on one decision. One tiny, terrifying, completely irrational decision. [tired] Anyway. It's late, and I've been talking at my phone for ten minutes like a lunatic. [warmly] Call me back. Or don't. But I hope you do. [whispers] Goodnight.