As the final song, a somber acoustic track, reached 100%, the room went silent. The computer shut down. Leo sat in the dark, his mind feeling strangely hollow, like a library with half the books missing.
Leo froze. He hadn't entered his name anywhere. He reached for the power button, but the monitor stayed bright. As the final song, a somber acoustic track,
He picked up his phone and opened the newly converted folder. The music played perfectly, crystal clear and beautiful. But as he listened to the lyrics, he realized he didn't know who the person in the album art was, even though she was wearing his mother’s favorite sweater. As the final song