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He raised the grey microphone. He closed his eyes. And he sang.

Finally, it was Zoltán’s turn.

The room was silent except for the rain. Ultrastar Magyar Dalok

He opened his eyes halfway through. The television screen flashed red. Schlecht . Bad . The notes were all wrong. But then he saw the room. He raised the grey microphone

Outside, the rain stopped. In the silence, the only sound was the faint, fading hum of the space heater, holding the room together like a thin coat of rust. the rain stopped. In the silence