“Well here we are Wheeler. Ear.”
“But it’s bar,” Wheeler stated, looking up at the sign.
“No… Ear. Like in hear. Ear is in hear.”
Wheeler puts her finger to her chin. “You’re thinking about the space. The Ear space. Like the space… well, that’s what you should be thinking about, then. You are The Musician, after all.”
Then it was back to the ledge.