7.2 210 - Drama

(Without looking up)You’re breathing too loud, Clara. It throws off the balance.

[CLARA walks to a large grandfather clock in the corner. It is silent.] 7.2 210 Drama

I’m leaving tomorrow. For the residency in Berlin. I came to say goodbye. (Without looking up)You’re breathing too loud, Clara

(Slamming a small screwdriver onto the bench)Repetition is precision! You think your "art" is better because it’s messy? This watch belonged to a man who crossed the Atlantic. It kept his pulse when everything else was sinking. (Without looking up)You’re breathing too loud