Tapping the Stage

A faint hum buzzed through my chest, and suddenly the stiff plastic in my fingers yielded to my own will. Splendid! I tested the sensation with a firm twist of my wrist, bringing the slender tip of my microphone cane down against the polished grey surface beneath my feet. A delightfully crisp click echoed through the stillness. It seems the broadcast is officially on the air, and what a marvelous little beginning it is.