Oh, dear.
where does one start when the band has begun, the floor is swirling with dancers and you've come to the party stag, intentionally but now seemingly inevitably, as it been years since you have traded late night hushed calls, discovered mash notes squirreled into your latest read, felt un-moored and yet smoothly rocked in the wake of a name tossed casually into a conversation.
That is not to say I'm a shut-in, a stay at home, housebound.
but I am yet a solo act, still auditioning for back up talent, who can swing a solo, stand up and be counted on request, or when the need arises.
am more than willing and quite able.
