A Little Click

Was that supposed to happen, or was it just my charm waking up the room? My fingers curled tight around the silver microphone, and with a soft wiggle of my hooves, I leaned right toward the glossy red apple shaker nearby. I tapped its ceramic curve with the metal head of my mic—*clink!* The sharp little echo danced right through the quiet air. I really can move, can't I? A tiny tap never hurt anyone.