Satoru frowns with uncertainty about this, unconvinced that listening alone is going to make sense of it for her, but she at least understands the suggestion of being the resolution for Suguru's emotional beats. Call and response, and Satoru's the answer.

Folding her arms, Satoru chews on her lip as she listens. Her mind keeps wanting to focus on the technical aspects of the song, how the harmonies mesh, how they could improve the accompaniment. It's a constant struggle to keep her mind focused on the emotional flow.

When it finishes, Satoru bites down harder on her lip and looks guilty. "I think ... we can amplify that swell in the accompaniment after the break, really let it come surging back--I know, I'm trying." Satoru rubs at her face, sighing with frustration, then flaps her hand at the phone. "I'll keep trying. Send me a copy. I'll go through it a few more times and try to focus."