"Hello." you say, out loud.
Sally turns to you, as if to tell you how fucking stupid you are, but a slight crackling sound stops her in her tracks.
It's like the sound of a kid tuning a radio under their bedsheets hoping that their parents don't hear. A very faint, very gently white noise, just long enough to possibly be someone saying 'hello' right back at you.
"Hello." you say, again, and the crackle happens again. This time, it's slightly louder, and it's definitely coming from within the gramophone.
You step a little closer. The horn of the gramophone moves to be pointing directly at you, and something inside you grows tiny and cold as you realise that Sally was right all along — it does rotate. "Hello?"
It's the crackling noise again, except this time it's slightly more clear. It's definitely a 'hello'.
"Say 'Howdy, ████' if you can hear me."
The crackling happens again. This time, it's slightly longer, and you feel that you can definitely recognise the characteristic sound of your own name.
"████, what are you doing?" Sally asks.
"You can't hear that? It's trying to speak."
"I hear the noise, sure, but no words. Come on, let's just go write up what we know."