she was momentarily distracted by a tattoo on her weirdly hairless forearm, written in beautifully angled calligraphic letters.
It was a quote from Henry David Thoreau. All good things are wild and free.
She closed her eyes and vowed not to open them until she had finished the song.
She understood why Chopin had liked playing in the dark so much. It was so much easier that way.
Wild, she thought to herself. Free. As she sang, she felt alive.
Even more alive than she had felt swimming in her Olympic-champion body.
She wondered why she had been so scared of this, of singing to a crowd. It was a great feeling.
Ravi came over to her at the end of the song, while they were still on stage.
“That was fucking special, man,” he shouted in her ear. “Oh good,” she said.
“Now let’s kill this and do ‘Howl’.” She shook her head, then spoke into the microphone, hurriedly, before anyone else had a chance to.
“Thank you for coming, everybody! I really hope you all had a nice evening. Get home safely.”
“Get home safely?” Ravi said in the coach on the way back to the hotel.
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