| She was singing her song, Wasteland
of the Free, when the trouble began. It was a folksy tune with a bright
tempo that demanded constant care. And she gave it, driving through
the vocal soar and fourchord strum. But even her greatest effort couldn't
keep the bought guitar from slowing. It seemed bent on stopping altogether.
Finally, the guitar slowed so much that everything in the room was
affected. The audience stood frozen and no one could breathe except
for the singer who splintered the guitar on an amp and finished the
song acappella. Then the audience came back alive, applauding.
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Rio:
A Journal of the Arts