Roll the CreditsRoll the Credits10 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Far behind the velvet curtains, the lights were growing dim. Only a few small, hanging bulbs illuminated the various figures as they scurried to find their places on the stage. A few nerve-wrecked musicians remained backstage, facing a gritty mirror that had been worn and cracked by decades of dust (and, perhaps, the notes of Opera singers). A stage manager rushed by angrily, barking that they had five minutes left until the curtain rose.
One musician remained at the mirror, despite the warnings. He scowled as he tried to forcefully flatten his rowdy hair, only to have it flair up again. "Damn you..." he growled at the uncooperative strands. They failed to give in, though, so he finally gave up.
He felt the sudden urge to grasp his Holophonor, and he did so without any further prompting. He sighed as his hands twirled the instrument nervously, a movement he had no control over.
"Your replacements are much more special than you realize. You can do great things with these hand