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Glomag paced the green room at eybeam nervously.Would the crowd be ready for the startling new changes his music have gone through in the past 16 months? As he tuned his urhu, his sweaty fingers slip a quarter turn too far, and the bass string main snapped.
"Fuck! How the fuck can I fix that now, I'm going on in 30 minutes!" He collapsed in a heap in his dressing room and started weeping. Minutes passed and he hear a timid knock at the door. "Can I come in?" A muffled voice asked. Glomag tentatively got up and opened the door, to find the lanky frame of noted chip visualist NO CARRIER.
"Is something wrong, Glomag? I heard unusual sounds coming from here."
"It's my urhu, I was so nervous I broke my only string! Now my set is ruined.. and I go on in twenty minutes!!" and with that he broke down into another torrent of sobs. NO CARRIER drew him up in his arms, and slowly patted his back. "Here, have a seat, " NO CARRIER said, " and let papa work those stress kinks out."
As his firm but gentle hands took over, running over the many veins and knots of his tense neck, back, and shoulders Glomags senses were inflamed. Year of working the V4 had turned NO CARRIER's hands into a gauntlet of velvet caresses. A moan escaped Glomga's lips and then suddenly the waves of euphoria suddenly stopped. With an odd look on his face NO CARRIER walked over to the dressing room door, and turned the privacy lock. "I have a better idea to help you relax..."
