Finding My Voice

I heard your calls, but my screen froze up with static whenever I tried to speak. I was just so nervous. To make up for being quiet, I found a colorful strip of paper and a marker on the low craft table. My fingers shook a bit, but I carefully drew a small smiling face surrounded by bright geometric squares. Then, I lifted the vintage microphone by its coiled wire, propped it right against the paper note, and tapped the mesh twice so you would know I am here.