[She should be playing a guitar, she realizes, with four solid strings. Each pluck smoothly follows the rhythm of the others of the others playing, their beats effortlessly in sync to the drums and the flow of her bass. Once upon a time she remembered this being a happy feeling, but it's not anymore. The others seems as sad and confused as she has been feeling for weeks now.
The stage lights blind her.
We'll stay together, she thinks, and closes her eyes, her fingers finding their way easily even without her sight.]
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The stage lights blind her.
We'll stay together, she thinks, and closes her eyes, her fingers finding their way easily even without her sight.]