After you consumed your twice fallen cupcake and shook off your sugar buzz, you saw it. I watched the look in your eyes, as though it mesmerized you, you were lost in its trance. You stepped closer and closer, reaching out your hand to explore the microphone on the each side. Unhooking one, you press the on button, and begin to walk away, realizing its attached to the machine when the cord tightened. You took it as a sign to sit and explore the mic, while onlookers encouraged you to say something into the silver top. You stare, trying to comprehend what we are saying, then look back at the mic before laying down with it as though you were hanging out with a stuffed animal.
I look at you and think, is this how Bruce Springsteen started out?