Chapter 2 · free to read
The tally went up at seven in the morning, before anyone had slept off the festival.
Neon Krathong: eighty-seven. The solo keyboard act: eighty-five.
He had come to hand back a borrowed cable. He left holding a number.
SORRY. GOOD LUCK. — BANK. Three weeks to the audition, and Neon Krathong was a three-piece with no bottom end.
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