Mic Check

Eyes open! I snapped straight to attention right on the curb in front of the Blanco Bus Stop shelter. Felt a sudden electric jolt run clear down to my plush knuckles. No hesitation—I clamped my fingers tight around the tiny microphone in my left fist, raised it sharp toward my mouth, and dropped a swift, punchy vocal blast right into the cold air! The grip was solid, the stance was locked, and I am fully live!