That Ain’t Right
In the wings, the speaker adjusted the almost invisible headset. Only the thin, fleshtone-painted bit of plastic that held the fleshtone-painted mic in position near the corner of her mouth was visible at all. She glanced down, smoothed her pantsuit, and waited as the band completed the final strains of their third song. It was lively and upbeat, a musical call to action. A disembodied voice reminiscent of a ring announcer introducing a much-anticipated heavyweight fight … Read more