“Are you ready?” her producer, Kenji, asked, his hand hovering over the 'Play' button.
Within minutes, the pings started. First dozens, then hundreds. Halfway across the world, a teenager in a quiet bedroom clicked 'Download MP3.' In a crowded subway, a tired salaryman hit play and felt his shoulders drop.
But today, the track on the monitor didn't belong to a starlet or a boy band. The file name pulsed in a steady, digital heartbeat: