“Please. No Kin opera. Humans can’t hear the notes.” #Excerpt Crystal Clear Truth by Kayelle Allen #SciFi #Romance

In this scene, Shohn has asked Joe if he'd mind some music. He agrees so long as it's not Kin opera, because humans can't hear most of the notes.

"Besides," Shohn agreeed. "Kin music is boring. Either it's love songs full of purring, or incessant warbles about some big fish that got away. With the exception of a few Kin rockers managed by one of my boss's companies, I prefer human music. Okay, idBot, play Shohn 'relax number four.'"

An answering tone sounded, and then a piece in piano and cello began, mixed with bass produced by a stringed struoh from the far side of the Empire. The notes thrummed through her, the struoh's notes so deep, she felt them all the way to her core.

"Nice." Joe returned to the couch and put his feet up on a hassock. Eyes closed, he nodded, moving his hands in time to the music. "Love this one when I'm working."

"You listen to Tavane?"

"Mmm. My favorite composer. You know his Metallic Symphonies? Titanium, Steel, Gold, Silver. I have all of them. And that modern piece he did with Wil Hewtan. You know, the soundtrack for that holovid about a human male falling in love with a Kin female. It's one of my favorites. Something-- No, Someone--"

She knew that vid well. Loved it. Watched it repeatedly. "Someone Like Me, Someone Like You."

"Yes!" Joe snapped his fingers. "That. I love that. Can't tell you how many times I've watched it. The interplay of music, and the way they showed color when the Kin interpreted emotions." He sat up straighter. "IdBot, pause music."

It ceased.

"Sorry." He leaned toward her. "I want to restart this song so I can hear it from the top without interruption, but first, was that vid realistic? Did it represent how Kin sense emotions? I've always wondered."

"It's close to perfect. Our kahlah isn't a visual thing, but it got the point across. Tavane is married to a Kin male. He gets it."

"Wow. Did not know that. My favorite part in the vid is when the heroine tells him she's unworthy to speak his name and he says--"

"I want more than my name in your mouth." Shohn giggled. "Mine too." She'd embarrassed herself acknowledging such a thing, but she refused to make it worse by saying more.

"When he toys with her ear, and she kisses him..." He shrugged. "I don't know what it is about that whole scene but I love it."

She did too. But it wouldn't do to say that.