MICHAEL R THOMASChapter 118
One and one-half seconds later, the place went bat-shit. Mom very carefully curtseyed, then I did as well. We hugged really emotionally for just the right amount of time. She waved and left the stage. Time for some non-country music, which my Society knew I would call on the fly. I went back to my keyboard helping up Cathy, giving her a peck on the cheek and sat down. My inventory was running through my head, then it came to me. I called James, Johnny, Richard, John and Steve up on stage as...