[For all intents and purposes, Maya played her role beautifully. The notes were sung to perfection, and as far as an outsider might be concerned, she put her heart into the performance. Yet there's a clear level of dissatisfaction on her face throughout the afterparty. She seems to hang off toward the edges of the crowd, having commandeered a table for herself. She's already writing down frantic notes, brow pinched and eyes narrowed.
Every now and again, she mutters to herself under her breath, usually some variation of:]
no subject
Every now and again, she mutters to herself under her breath, usually some variation of:]
There was no connection.