"We are minstrels without a tun, a song without a chorus. Whatever it is that we do call ourselves shall be perfect. I do believe that," Miranda says with far more confidence than she actually feels. It takes her a moment to translate all Britta and Kate say, as if she is doing translations without a base knowledge but she believes that she understands. They are three pretty women without musical talent. There is no need to pretend to be anything other than that.