"No, no, no, that's not it. I need a high note, to sing with more excitement, as if I'm declaring it to the whole world!" Avril, sitting cross-legged on the sofa, waved the manuscript in her hand and gestured as she spoke loudly.
"Like this?" Adrian, holding his guitar, strummed a few chords, "Don't you think it's too high? Do you remember how we originally decided on the key for this song? It's supposed to be spirited yet still have moderate fluctuations. It's already high here; any higher and we're going to outer space. Listen carefully, 'Now he's a super star,' a touch of pride is enough, mixed with plenty of regret."
"No, no, no, it's the pride that I want to emphasize. If we're talking about regret, there's a long part later on that's ample for bringing out that emotion!" Avril argued loudly.
"But it would ruin the overall atmosphere. I may let other things slide, Vini, but definitely not this part," Adrian said as he quickly snatched the manuscript from the coffee table.
