Busking: Science Fiction

After the performance, the hallway was crowded with beings waiting to tell me how much they loved my voice, and how great it was. I still felt like crying, or laughing, sometimes, when they did that. The very qualities they loved so much were the reason my career in Earth opera had died. Once you get burrs on your vocal cords, once you start wobbling on the notes--you're done. And I'd only played a few roles when it happened, so I was heartbroken. I couldn't get any professional singing jobs, and that was all I'd ever trained to do. Oh, I could manage folksongs well enough to earn change busking in subway tunnels and beside streets, and that was how it started. The street was mostly empty--


Inspiration: "Opera Singer" - Cake
Story Potential: Low
Notes: Meh. Not too original, not enough here to be interesting.