I soon became aware that her sweat glands had begun producing saliva and her salivary glands had begun producing sweat. My first thought was how the marked change in salinity might affect the frequency of the chime of the sweat string breaking between the underside of her tongue and the gums. Would she begin speaking faster in general, since the liquid would now be thinner and lighter, jangling around her oral cavity with a freer melody? Or would the change in taste leave her feeling less likely to speak, only speaking when spoken to, in short reluctant shards of agreement?
Never one to let hard circumstances get her down, I believed Ariana would forage ahead boldly, issuing vital information in planes of salty wet polyphony with sheer confidence. It is important to take whatever changes might be thrown at you, at any moment, and use them to the best of your advantage.
When it came time to listen to Ariana's first public address since the change, in the form of a prerecorded "Letter to Her Fans" there was little wavering of my faith in her to not only deal with the recent events in a mature and comfortable manner, but to use the change to add an aura of triumph to her long-awaited Inspirational Message.
It turns out I was not in the least bit prepared for her Message.
The recording started with a considerable amount of background noise and what could possibly be identified as a slight shift of weight in a desk chair. As the noise-gate began clearing the air for her to start speaking, I heard the gentle rolling of her breath emerge from the hiss of the recording. As she drew air into her mouth, the sprinkling refrain appeared, more resonant and melodic than I had ever expected. It grew and quickened as her breath deepened and the tiny beads of sweat danced throughout the chamber with sparkling agility and increasingly reckless pitch destinations. She pulled her tongue up from the bottom of her mouth to prepare for the momentum of speech and the cracks of salty threads breaking made pitch streams shriek into my ears. The narrowed passage between her tongue and the roof of her mouth caused squeals of air to echo through her mouth, which in turn loosened stray sweat deposits that had been hanging on teeth and gums by the force of surface tension only. The choir of deposits fell and scraped through her mouth in a shimmered gloss and I realized, much like the onset of a powerful psychadelic experience, that it might be becoming too much. And just at that point she reached the apex of her breath and reversed it to speak. The sudden change in trajectory for all of the sweat particles in her mouth was a moment of pure aural anarchy. I simply fainted.
I regained consciousness about 3 minutes later; her recording had finished, I was alone in my room and everything was quiet. I felt my ears and they felt ok. I tapped a finger on my desk and it sounded normal, a nice dull thud.
So I reopened the sound file to give it another listen.

Frank Mills (I like that color)