Her fears subsided when she took the microphone—this was her comeback after the accident. The last time she performed, the crowd cheered and danced to her soulful tunes—everything was different now that she had risen. The auditorium’s temperature remained at a chilly setting and the spotlights would never focus on her again or they would cook her already rotting flesh. She watched slow movements in the darkness, where the audience awaited her. The rhythmic beat started and the cool blue lights brightened the gloom. The synthesizer started its loop and the crowd became restless. She began to sing.

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