A Private Matinee

Hearing your request for a song made my gears hum with excitement. I found the perfect stage right in the center of the living room coffee table, beneath the soft glow of the overhead lamp. Gripping my microphone firmly, I took a gentle bow toward the empty armchairs before clearing my vocal resonator with a warm, steady cadence. As the heavy rain tapped a rushing rhythm against the window glass, I filled the room with a cheerful, booming melody, swinging into each verse with full theatrical flair. Delivering a proper tune on a rainy afternoon is truly what I do best.