I’m working on a guitar fretboard next, but I can’t decide where to put it. “The trigger system idea was, uh, a friend’s, but I designed the synthesizer. Rosemary fought to keep her recoil internal, concentrated on the tech. They send to a box synthesizer plugged into my amp. Flat implants lay underneath the tattoo, one for each key. “What were you doing with your arm?” she asked, hoping it wasn’t some fad everyone here had, yet another question to make her look ignorant. She wondered if his closed eyes while performing marked shyness or stage fright or a deliberate effect. The singer caught her looking at him and flashed a grin. Amazing how this one difference changed the nature of the whole performance – she wished she could rewind and watch him from the beginning. She pulled up her Hoodie again to record a short clip. She looked for somebody to ask, but everyone was paying attention to the band. The fingers of his left hand roved over it, pressed down. The singer twitched and she spotted it: a single-octave keyboard tattooed inside his right forearm. The guitar was plugged into one the other had a box plugged into it. Where was the keyboard? There were two amps.
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