All four of his eyes focused on me suddenly. I wrapped the towel around my waist. Well, that's a first. Great, I thought. I finally get a groupie, and he's an alien.
Musicians have great prestige in our society.
Rain caressed the synth's strings. And we admire human musicians especially. I am honored, indeed. I shook my head. I'm just a streetkid with a beat-up old stringsynth.