Tuning In

A delightful current of static hummed behind my spectacles, and with a polite tilt of my chin, I found my neck actually yielding to the motion! Splendid! I extended my fingers around the familiar vintage microphone cane, giving its cool metallic stem a crisp, audible tap. A clear, resonant chime vibrated across the glowing surface. What an exquisite debut on this peculiar stage.