The reading room settles around the group, quieter than the exhibition hall. Tall windows reflect the library lights, and chairs form a loose circle between the shelves.
Sazabi's Brent Mercer
Give me a second. This one’s been hiding in here for a while. It belonged to Jonah, who played before me.
Brent carefully works a worn bass pick from a fold in his bandages. Its edges are rounded from use, and a faded blue mark crosses its surface.
Sazabi's Brent Mercer
I want its next chapter to start right. What song deserves it? Something loud, something strange, or something we’ll still remember later?
Rosemary Cedar
We can listen here without rushing. If anyone wants, we can share the story of an object that mattered to them too.
Yui Nagashima
A musical séance of personal history, minus the actual séance. I volunteer as official commentator and highly unqualified critic.
Sora
The pick carries a history, even though it is small enough to disappear in a pocket.
Support Brent as he makes the inherited bass pick his own