Sara shook out her hands, and did some stretches, trying to convince herself that the cold was all in her mind. Actually, it was all in her stomach. She felt frozen in her core, and a flush crept up her neck and ears…
She clapped her hands over her eyes and started her breathing exercises. They not only calmed her, but led into her vocal warm-up. When she was ready, she stepped into the studio.
Her instrument was on a stand in center of the green stage area, a half-sphere in which she would perform for the world… if they cared to watch. The dark half of the sphere contained the audio and video pickups, and a large panel would indicate how many subscribers had called up her singing, 3D image on their entertainment centers. She pushed the thought away. “Just you in the sphere,” she chanted. She forbade herself to wonder if anyone would even login for the recital; she had no sponsors or marketing bots to speak of. It was just word of blog.
Then she picked up the ancient guitar and strapped it on. The thing dated back to a time when electrons had powered the planet. It was easy enough to learn to play, but most folks didn’t put their real hands on things any more if they could help it. Sara relished the bite of wire on fingertip and the ring of real acoustic sound in her ear.
Scales done, warm-up over, she stood in the center, facing out. Moment of truth time.
She strummed the ancient chords, and began singing the ancient words with her eyes shut.
And when she opened them, she saw the lights indicating the audience… like a million small flames in the dark, winking on one by one.
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