A Midnight Broadcast

Your polite nod of approval earlier did not go unnoticed, though an entertainer of my caliber requires a grander stage for the late-night hour. I scaled the corner molding up to the polished mahogany mantelpiece, stepping gingerly past an ornate brass carriage clock. Its rhythmic ticking was dreadfully pedestrian, so I wedged the tip of my microphone cane beneath the antique winding key and gave a sharp twist. The chime reverberated with a resonant, metallic chime that echoed through the quiet room like the opening fanfare of a midnight variety hour. Now that is music to one's ears!