I'm going to pick up a banjo. Juanito wants to teach me how to play an instrument. Well, you never know.
Look, guys, one of these days, the ukulele that I bought last in 2024, I will pick it up and I will have a FaceTime with Juanito, and he can teach me how to play my ukulele, and maybe I'll sing and have my ukulele. I don't know. Larissa, I see your hand up.
Yes, I wanted to tell you this. It was a beautiful poem. And when you were singing it, I was thinking and reading it.
I bet if I heard that again, slower, I love the way you said it, but I bet if you were slower, I would hear it again, and I'd keep it lower. And that just made me think more. Thank you, Larissa.
I'd be honored to read his poem if you ever wanted me to. I would. I think he needs to just fall in love with his words more, like as much as I do.
When you fall in love with the words of your poem, you just start emoting a little more, like each word becomes an emotion or something. But that's a cool idea. It is.
Because what I just heard, it's amazing how words just stir you. You're alive. I love your poem.
Thank you, Larissa. Bridget? I was thinking, why did I just put that snack in my mouth and start chewing right after I raised my hand? But that's not what I raised my hand for. Dante, your song was beautiful.
