Online and offline audiences pulsed in unison, clamoring for another encore from Cara.

The Musicians' Association representative, growing restless, turned to Atwood.

"Mr. Clarkson, this can't go on endlessly. Other performers are awaiting their turn backstage."

Before Atwood could voice a response, Cara's cheeks flamed with shyness. She hung her head, wanting to vanish.

"Alright, alright, give me a moment." Atwood chuckled, placing a reassuring hand on Cara's shoulder.