Zidane was a bit sensitive about memories, so it was probably for the best that she didn't tell him that.
"Really." He nodded, still looking over the pictures, reaching out to straighten one a bit. "It's like any kind of art - you don't do it because you think it's going to make you famous and wealthy, you do it because there's something inside you that just need to get out. Some people do it for selfish reasons, but all the real artists or musicians or performers I know do it because they love it and can't live without it." And he smiled at her, a real smile, with no flirting overtones. "We're a strange bunch. If we don't like something, then we won't do it. We have to love showing part of ourselves to other people to get into it in the first place."
Indeed it is!
"Really." He nodded, still looking over the pictures, reaching out to straighten one a bit. "It's like any kind of art - you don't do it because you think it's going to make you famous and wealthy, you do it because there's something inside you that just need to get out. Some people do it for selfish reasons, but all the real artists or musicians or performers I know do it because they love it and can't live without it." And he smiled at her, a real smile, with no flirting overtones. "We're a strange bunch. If we don't like something, then we won't do it. We have to love showing part of ourselves to other people to get into it in the first place."