He didn’t look at the list. He scrolled to the bottom of the song menu, past the hits, past the nostalgia. He selected a track he’d never seen anyone choose. A B-side by a long-forgotten band from the 1990s. A song called “Rozsda” – Rust.
The screen went back to the song menu. The blue glow bathed the room. Ultrastar Magyar Dalok
Zoltán cleared his throat. He didn’t offer condolences. He just pressed the button for the next track. That was the rule of Ultrastar. You don’t stop. You sing. He didn’t look at the list