She was an indie queen in the making. The price for that would be high, but the status also wasn't going to fall into her lap by accident. The talent was already there, even if the audience was small, and she didn't dream of a much bigger one.

"Riders on the storm," she continued, because returning to the beginning was a good way to end things. "Riders on the storm; into this house we're born, into this world we're thrown; like a dog without a bone, an actor out alone, riders on the storm."

She let the melody slowly fade away, note by note. Eventually it left them in silence.