Drama is purposefully caricatural, cinematic; 'As biased as memory'. It flows as an arch, playfully deceiving, like a tale. The ominous opening number gives you a hint that things might not be what they appear, and clues are hiding in plain sight. 'Projection, attachment, deception: that is Drama.' The sunny upbeat start of 'Mare', with a nearly childish opening melody, echoes something less naif: 'The tide will fetch what the ebb brings'. The beat helps you move past. 'Tango' sounds like falling in love on the dance floor, warm and tropical, it celebrates companionship, while perhaps pleading for it, yearning. 'Tara', meanwhile, feels like something Astrud Gilberto might have sung at the height of bossa nova's global popularity, with the twist of the big-band-era muted horns on the chorus, nearly self-deprecating, as if mocking such idealized infatuation.