Ralph looked suspicious.
"What's wrong? A cold or a period? Yvonne, don't try to fool me with those terrible excuses."
"No." She looked a little tired.
"It's brain cancer. It's terminal. The doctor says I don't have many months to live."
The studio was silent.
In the soundproofed place, the people outside couldn't hear her, but the man across from her, could hear her clearly.
Ralph froze.
After a long time, he stuttered, "Is it... true or not?"
Yvonne rolled her eyes and replied, "Who would use cancer to cheat people?"
Ralph wanted to say something, but he couldn't say it.
"No, it isn't true, is it? You're fucking so rich. Zachary is rich as well. You will work it out, won't you?"
Yvonne looked at him.
"No, there's no way around it. The disease is incurable.
"So I am wondering if you have any inspiration to write a song to tell all my fans and those around me that I want them to... remember me."
