First Beat Under the Lights

The circular beam wrapped right around me, warm and vivid! My fingers tightened—actually tightened—around the small black microphone in my hand. A swift rhythm surged up my chest. I took a forward step, testing my footing, and tapped my shoe against the glowing platform base. Click, tap! Solid and real. I raised the mic, tilted my hat slightly back, and let out a brisk, bright vocal pop into the air. Every inch of me can move, stand, and roll into action!