"You do understand what I mean!" he exclaimed, pleased to see Maude responding to his song. "I chose Nina Simone to show you something else. Just like you, Nina Simone had a classical background. When she was younger, she wanted to become a concert pianist. Her skill was beyond measure and she used it in a wide repertoire of jazz, blues, and R&B songs. And I think you can do the same. Music knows no limits and I truly understand why James insisted on signing you, Maude." Maude remained silent, still thinking about his rendition of Nina Simone. "All you have to do is dig deeper. Try finding some suffering in you. Don't sing the Cenerentola with a smile. Although you look like a girl who's had it all. You know, the nice girl from the North of France, who grew up in a quiet, small town with her loving mom and dad and brothers and sisters, always top of her class, quick-tempered when things didn't go her way. A bit spoiled, I guess. You have to put all that--" "Spoiled?" Maude blurted in utter disbelief, the word echoing through her mind. Of all the things he could've said about her, spoiled was the last word that could have appeared remotely appropriate to describe her. As for suffering, she'd had plenty of that, too, which is why she didn't want to think about it. Not while she was so happy in New York and Carvin and the Ruchets were the last thing she wanted in her head. She painfully pushed the Ruchets away from her mind and turned to Matt, eyes flaring up again. "You know nothing about me, Matt," she said, her voice quivering with emotion. "And you obviously know nothing about suffering, or you wouldn't idealize it the way that you do. You see it as a romantic notion that seemingly gives depth to songwriting. And it does. Not because the singers actually thought of woe in a purely aesthetic way, but because that's how they actually lived. You will never understand that," she finished, trembling from head to toe. And with that, she grabbed her bag, coat, gloves, scarf, and stormed out of Matt's Creation Room, slamming the door behind her."