1989 年 11 月 — 谢尔曼奥克斯,Record One 录音室
我正俯身在工作台前,嘴里咬着一支记号笔,这时布什停在了我面前。他没有立刻说话,只是把手撑在桌子上,手指张开,用一种奇怪的表情看着我——混合了骄傲和紧张。
“Ayla。”他的声音很低,“I need to talk to you. It's about your sketches.”
我抬起头。他语气里的某种东西让我僵住了。
“I showed them to someone. Michael saw them. He wants to meet you. Today.”
你打算怎么做?