KISAH Futures Anthology
Performing internationally had been her dream. But what if she messed up? What if she made a fool of herself, before a global audience? “Nervous?” Aisya nodded. “Don’t worry,” Mak said. “You are talented. Remember, you were picked from a pool of over a thousand applicants. And you’ve been practicing for months! You’ve got this.” She gave her daughter a hug. “If only Abah could see this. He would be so proud.” Mak gestured to the stairs. “Now, let’s go.” The two walked to the house’s virtual stage. It was a raised platform with a few stage lights, and a connected holo-emitter. Aisya and Mak had spent months building it. It was simple, but effective. Aisya got changed. Mak headed to the programme console. She controlled the lights, music and web-stream. She was excellent with all things tech: after her kuih stall closed because of the Coronavirus, she had to learn to take her business online. Now, operating digital systems was as natural to her as wrapping ketupat. “Wow,” she beamed. “12,000 viewers on the stream already!” “So many?” Aisya felt dizzy. “You are going to shine!” Mak said. Aisya took a deep breath. “Ready to start?” “Ready.” Her mother gave her a thumbs up. There was a smile on her wizened face.
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