She walked out onto the stage, certain that the SWEAT beading on her brow would be visible from the balcony. The musicians waited, attentive. She picked up the BATON and so it began. From that point forward, everything was a blur: she knows that she got through the concert, they did well, the applause was real. But honestly it wasn’t until the PARTY afterwards that she came back down to Earth. Like waking up after a particularly long and involved dream, she blinked a few times and wondered how she was standing, holding a glass of champagne, accepting congratulations, and smiling. Fortunately, her trance state did not cause her to TARRY, as it would have been bad form to be TARDY to the celebration after the concert.

Georg’ann

World needs EXTRA care
Too much TRASH everywhere, sad
Response is TARDY

Heather