“No way!” I screamed inside. “No way you’re getting this mature lady on stage with all these experienced tappers, performing in front of a live audience.”
I couldn’t go back home. Living with parents was not appealing. I heard a whisper: go west, Terry, go west.
“I’d like to imagine a buzzer traveling the top of a guy’s head, creating a nice clean flat place where someone could serve tea.”
“What is your age?” He smiled, but all I could think was, huh?