Can't talk if I can't see you

On a video chat last night with friends…

Someone playing a wonderful piece of music.

My phone had fallen out of position and my camera slipped.

 

Me:

“That was lovely, thanks. Did you write that piece?”

 

Him:

“I can’t see you”

 

Me:

“Will you only talk to me if you can see me?”

 

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