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When it came to music, Brody didn't mince words of criticism. She made that clear, even to her friends. But when they did good, they got the rewards. "That is boss, hun! Now slow it down just a touch, like the tiniest increment," she suggested, as she began to play out an equally simple tune on her bass. Their music felt loud in the otherwise silent room, and Brody loved it. Nothing got her pumped up like good tunes.
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