Macalaurë sighs and sits down and starts singing.

Gosh.

Better than Makel Alasi, isn't he. (He is.)

Yes, actually, although strikingly similar.

That's weird. Do you happen to know if he has six brothers?

"Dunno. I might have his website cached though if you check before it runs out of charge."

I'll have someone bring it back here.

He does that. Glowy rectangle!

She does have his website cached. Checks the bio.

The bio doesn't say whether Makel has six siblings. It does say that he bought his parents a credit with the revenue from his first album.

She will go ahead and translate the whole bio for them in case there's anything else in there they want to know.

"Huh. Gosh, millions of people can hear his songs, that sounds amazing."

"There's thirteen billion people. He's really famous, I dunno if most people have heard at least one but probably."

"Wow. I'm jealous. - there are maybe a couple million people in the world, this world."

"Wow. You must have so much room."

" - I guess?"

"That's not even enough for one real city."

"What are your cities like?"

She thinks of the only city she's ever seen in person, where she lives.

"Wow."

The clearest memories are of the shabbier shorter red neighborhood and too ah too ee ay.

Did you lose a war, are you slaves or something?

No. Well not exactly.

Sigh. 

"Is it 'cause of your hair?"

Nope, baby looks orange but isn't.