An invitation came for a 'cultural performance' at an official function, the honorarium barely enough for the bus fare. My hands can't play those long gigs anymore, but I sent my brightest student instead, with my old guitar tuned to a war-era folk song. They clapped politely, then discussed the lunch spread; the boy came back, his pockets empty but his eyes full of that particular quiet fire. Acha, maybe that's the real fee.
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