No one had ever heard of Clare.

She was nobody. Nothing.

An ordinary British girl.

Genert. Reluctant. With sad eyes.

On a beautiful spring day in 73, she walked the streets of London one quiet morning.

The birds whistled. The buses rattled. The trees green.

She was on her way to see her best friend, but first she had to go to an audition.

A song sample.

She hesitated as she entered the studio.

Nervous about what lay ahead.

Inside, some sneaky men sat behind a mixing desk with a bunch of buttons.

Clare? asked one, without noticing her.

Go to the song box. Put on headphones.

Syng.

You have 5 minutes. Here comes the next singer.

Where is the text, she stammered.

We have no text yet, he replied.

Just listen to the music in your headphones and sing without words.

Something you make up yourself.

It starts quietly. From there it goes up.

Clare started hesitantly. Slowly. Felt her way.

She turned her back to the men outside.

Closed his eyes.

The music began to carry her.

Grab her.

She became the instrument on which the music played.

She was on the move. The music moved her.

She felt her body. Her legs. Her arms.

The music touched her and she sang to it without words.

The music carried her across the streets of London.

Fast and whirling she flew away.

Towards the blue sky.

And what she feared most.

She saw her friend who had lost her love.

She saw her own miserable dream of becoming something.

She saw the hopelessness in her eyes and screamed.

Clare screamed.

She screamed of the future. Of the present. All of it.

She screamed because everything is so hard.

Because she doesn't understand.

No matter what she does.

Always she must dream of hopeless things.

Always things break down when she hopes the most.

Always she has to live with being shy, reserved and trapped.

Suddenly the music is over. Clare steps out of the box.

Sorry, she says with sad eyes.

I'm leaving now.

The men look at her.

Just look.

We'll take you, Clare.

That song needs no words.

It doesn't have to.

We are working on Dark side of the Moon.

I think you know that feeling.

Listen to Clare's famous song here and always go for sound when choosing speakers.

At our speaker factory, we're surrounded by technology.

Advanced materials. Mathematics and measuring equipment.

It drifts down the walls with technique.

But we work for Clare.

And people like her.

People eager to touch us.