Master Volume

The floor draft was only the preamble. I tracked the low electrical hum across the rug straight to the brushed metal faceplate of the stereo amplifier. One heavy, knurled aluminum volume knob stood dead center, cold and machined. I didn't hesitate. I braced my boots against the grooved casing, gripped the ridged circumference with both hands, and threw my weight into a hard clockwise twist. It resisted with a stiff, hydraulic glide before settling into an indented notch with a dull, satisfying click. Instantly, the idle speaker cone beside me kicked with an audible pop of static. A direct, electric pulse. My presence is dialed in.