10
Time to Lift
The rain had subsided to a fine mist, leaving the air cool and fresh, and I felt wonderful as I sang and danced and fought my insubstantial enemies and rescued my robotic girl. I couldn’t see the crowd, but I could hear them, could sense that I had them, that they were caught up in the story told by the song and the dance, that I held the emotions of all 30,000 of them in the palm of my hand like a lump of clay. They followed every nuance, responded to every subtlety, and rewarded me at the song’s end with a standing ovation and the roar of “An-dy! An-dy! An-dy!” over and over.
I came off the stage drenched with sweat and riding a high like I’d never felt, even after my very first concert. To my surprise, Qualls greeted me in person. “Great show, Kit!” he shouted in my e
