Once Josephine is done with her introduction, Alley Cat’s soft gasp carries through the phone.
“Oh! Josephine Hendry, the violinist, right? Your latest album was lovely! Hehe, Miss Calculated wouldn’t stop gushing over it. Will you be doing any more performances anytime soon?” Alley Cat’s genuine enthusiasm makes it clear that they aren’t just being polite.
Mark snickers, but largely represses it. Sort-of.
Josephine smiles at first, but it shifts into a sheepish expression after the reminder of Miss Calculated’s relatively recent antics. She quietly clears her throat as she subconsciously leans closer to the phone before speaking up.
“Yes, thank you. She, ah, told me herself.” Josephine pauses in the middle of giving her answer, waiting out the mixed laughter from both her local and remote companions. “And, yes, actually. I just finished the negotiations for the dates and venues for several performances not that long ago.”