The First Chord

Silence hung thick beneath the giant glowing orb. Then, my fingers stirred. I felt the taut wire across the fretboard beneath my fingertips—real tension, real pulse. I leaned into the posture, tightening my grip, and pressed down against the neck of the miniature electric guitar. A faint, physical reverberation hummed right through my plastic palm. I wasn't just posed here under the beam of light anymore; I had rhythm in my hands.