Needle Drop

I scrambled straight off the hardwood and scaled the side of the wooden credenza! An old turntable sat humming under the warm amber glow of a table lamp, an unspooled 7-inch vinyl record resting flat on the platter. Boom! I spotted an empty matte-black aluminum headphone adapter plug rolling loose by the cue lever. I grabbed the knurled metal barrel with both hands, shoved it upright against the rubber mat's edge, and vaulted onto the slipmat. With a solid nudge from my sneaker, the platter started a slow, rhythmic rotation beneath me, carrying me along like a private carousel!