<strong>Schuster Arena, Metropolis. 3:35PM</strong><br/><br/>"Can we have a sound check, Mel?" the director called on the walkie-talkie to the stage, upon which stood a very pretty, young woman dressed rather plainly in a faded blue t-shirt and similarly faded, and slightly tatty grey jeans.<br/><br/>"All right, Bob. How's this for you?" Melody said, before clearing her throat, and beginning to sing. The light, soaring notes of<em>Amazing Grace</em>filled the area, given life by the Irish soprano's clear, dulcet singing voice. The moment seemed to last forever, the silence beautiful, and all too fragile. No one wanted to break that moment.<br/><br/>"Did we get that?" Bob asked, and the sound engineer beside him gave him a thumbs up. "Green across the board, boss."