The technicians had explained it would take three to five days before they got his mind back online. In the meantime, he was stuck strictly analogue while they ran diagnostics on his thoughts and gave his motor skills all the proper updates.
This meant no concerts, no performances, no public appearances. No seducing an audience with the tricks his fingers could do, gliding up and down a keyboard, and no noise from the hammers and strings attached to all of those keys. He knew he was a novelty act, a magician of sorts—making music the old-fashioned way with an actual instrument, something people weren’t used to seeing much anymore.
