I completed the
vavada casino login. There was $1.18 still in the account. A digital fossil.
I wasn't there to gamble. I was there for the "total shift in focus." I found a game called "Mystery Jukebox." It was a slot game with a 1950s diner theme. Jukeboxes, milkshakes, records as symbols. The music was a looping, bubbly rockabilly tune. The polar opposite of a wistful, unfinished waltz. Perfect.
I set the bet to the minimum. My $1.18 would buy me a handful of spins. A cognitive palate cleanser. I clicked. The reels spun with a vinyl scratch sound. Cherries, records, a jukebox symbol. I won nine cents. I spun again. Lost. The bouncy music was so aggressively cheerful it was almost therapeutic.
On my last spin, three jukebox symbols landed. The screen switched. "Pick a Hit!" it said, showing three vintage 45 records. I clicked the one with a blue label.