The year is 2003. The world is silver and translucent blue. I am seventeen, and I have made a terrible mistake.
On a PC, SonicStage is merely bad. It is bloated, slow, and prone to crashing, but it works. On a Mac, in 2003, it does not exist. sonicstage mac
My Mac begins to sweat. I can feel the heat radiating from the dome. The hard drive chatters like a telegraph machine. The conversion takes six minutes. Six minutes for one song. I have a playlist of twelve. The year is 2003
The ritual begins.