Lyla

I stared at my screen, unblinking.

Another message popped up: ‘hello?’

And then another: ‘omg did you mean to go live?’

I was frozen in my chair, staring at the screen as more and more messages filtered onto it. Down at the bottom of the screen, where the button to record used to be, was a pulsated dot that read ‘live’ in colorful letters.

My mouth dropped ...