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A Silver Tray of Honey Cakes

It was wild to think of this life co-existing with her others in the multiverse,

like just another note in a chord.
Nora found it almost impossible to believe that while in one life she was
struggling to pay the rent, in another she was causing such excitement
among people all over the world.
e handful of fans who had filmed the tour bus arrive at the hotel were

now waiting for autographs. ey didn’t seem too bothered about the other
band members but they did seem desperate to interact with Nora.
She looked at one, as she crunched over the gravel towards them. e girl

had tattoos and was wearing an outfit that made her look like a flapper girl
who had somehow got caught up in a cyberpunk version of a post-
apocalyptic war. Her hair was styled exactly like Nora’s, complete with
matching white stripe.
‘Nora! Noraaaah! Hi! We love you, queen! ank you for coming to

Brazil! You rock!’ And then a chant started: ‘Nora! Nora! Nora!’
While she was signing autographs in an illegible scribble, a man in his
early twenties took off his T-shirt and asked her to sign his shoulder.

‘It’s for a tattoo,’ he said.
‘Really?’ she asked, writing her name onto the man’s body.
‘ is is the highlight of my life,’ he gushed. ‘My name is Francisco.’
Nora wondered how her writing on his skin with a Sharpie could be a
highlight of his existence.

‘You saved my life. “Beautiful Sky” saved my life. at song. It’s so
powerful.’
‘Oh. Oh wow. “Beautiful Sky”? You know “Beautiful Sky”?’