You read aloud from my favorite book, but it was all wrong. "That's not how it goes," I said, "not how it starts."
Yet you continued.
Your tone was warm and strong and confident, made for reading.
But what does it matter if the words are all wrong?
One thinks if it sounds good, it will be acceptable.
Start again, start again, start again.
Do it right this time.
I will accept the truth at a whisper over lies at a shout.