The diva took her position in the center of the room. She was surrounded by the glow of a thousand laptop screens and nestled into a throne of tangled cords. She made eye contact with a each tiny camera, and poured her feelings of isolation into her song. It wasn’t the same as a sold-out stadium, but it would do.
The engineer smirked behind his mask. “Anyone going to tell her this isn’t how conference calls work?” Her manager shook her head.
“Our girl isn’t the type to sit on a couch with an acoustic guitar. She’s gotta have spark!”

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