Thorn: You are sure that nobody would pay for that? The sound I hear is that you liked it.
Leif: Well, sure, but there’s no market for any foreign music in Sønheim. Because it’s already saturated with the world’s best singers.
No offense meant to your mother! She’s very good! You know, for a foreigner. And for having to write in Ceanska. And . . .
. . . yes, I liked the song.
Leif (thinking): Singing it in a proper language was supposed to be a gift. Why did he stop looking honored?