The Real Shannon Stewart

The second night of 12MM, was different.  The audience sat contemplatively, with me but hard to read.  As I melted over at the beginning of the music, I head someone get up and thought, oh, there goes the person that took the invitation to leave.  But then they joined me.  Along with 6 or so others.  Suddenly the set and ensemble had appeared.  The music played through to the end for the first time.

Equal parts satisfaction, fear, and support.