T.D.S.
The dry throat. The deer in the headlights look. The sweaty palms.
T.D.S.
Those are all signs. All indicators. Those are all me … whenever people ask me to sing. Don’t get me wrong. I love to sing. And I know that I’m more off-key than a pubescent Peter Brady. And I’m fine with that. Really, I am. It’s when you’re talking to someone, having a great conversation even, and then you ask: Have you heard the new song by [insert artist name here]? And they say, I’m not sure … how does it go?
*throat, deer, sweat*
