They began to play.
josh
It was a ruckus. A cacophony of garbage. Timing, rhythm, melody, every facet of this symphony lacked harmony. Mismatching sounds filled my cranium until I could feel my synapses starting to sizzle.
“Again.”
More of the same ruckus.
“Again.”
Misery.
The call had promised an audience of ten thousand. Promised a televised spectacular. ‘Big break.’
Finally my name in lights. While unexpected, it had felt legitimate, yet this was the shit show that the production company sent my way.
I looked at the email again. That name. A name I recognised. I fell cold.
It had all been a trick.