Kindred spirits. Barcarola lights up and clasps Fatutu’s hands in hers, as if anchoring herself to a newfound certainty.The passionate young musician locks eyes with her, holding such a sincere and joyful gaze that Fatutu can’t help but grab her hand. She reaches over to wipe away Barcarola’s tears. The gesture is natural, unthinking, intimate.Just imagining a lonely, pitch-black performance is enough for her to conjure a well of tears at the corner of her eyes.Hands still held tightly in the musician’s delicate grip, Fatutu can’t help but start worrying alongside her.Barcarola’s tears come to a sudden stop, and she looks deeply into her friend’s eyes.Then, she throws her arms around her with an emotional hug, bursting into even louder sobs.BarcarolaYou—You’re just—
