Michiko had such a beautiful voice.

You heard it on the streets, in the bars, as you passed shops, everywhere. When you heard it, her voice was stuck in your head for hours. You had to watch one of her performances…so when you did, it wasn’t enough.

Her voice, her humming, was what led you backstage, past security, and to her dressing room. As you approached the doors, her humming stopped, and you could hear her speak in her room.

“Come in,” she sang.