Spinning Disc

A flat black circle was sitting atop a wooden cabinet, spinning softly in circles. I leaped up, gripping the edge of the polished shelf with both hands, and stretched tall to see it twirl. My clumsy elbow bumped the little metal lever right beside the platter! *Scriiiitch!* The tiny needle skipped across the black groove with a loud, buzzy crackle that made my ears prick up. I froze completely still, pressing my chin hard against the warm wood, listening to the rhythmic *thump-hiss, thump-hiss* pulsing from the cloth speaker mesh.