Part 3 is here.
The music recommendations she had sent went as follows:
John Martyn - May You Never
The Jezabels - Disco Biscuit Love
Bell XI - Velcro
The Housemartins - Caravan Of Love
Lightspeed Champion - Tell Me What It's Worth
Fight Like Apes - Digifucker
Goldspot - Rewind
Andrew Bird - Danse Carribe
The New Pornographers - The Body Says No
Cass Elliot - Make Your Own Kind Of Music
She hadn't even meant to compose an entire playlist. She had never been one for a playlist that made any particular sense. Other than to herself, of course. The genres were always one to get mixed into whatever she just enjoyed. There were no 'chill', no 'party', no 'get hyped' playlists. Just the amalgamation of what she wanted to listen to at the time. Not that there weren't themes. She certainly used different playlists on the job. But. This particular playlist didn't mean much. Not really, anyway.
Celia could have added way more. But ten songs seemed like the ideal amount to start with. A long time ago she had created playlists for people and burnt songs onto a CD. Foolishly. Heartfelt gifts; given to the wrong people.
C'est la fucking vie.
She sent it in the chat, twelve minutes after spending time curating the list.
Damian86: Thanks, lovely. I'll get back to you.
Then he logged off.
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