Last night I played a gig at a local club. Midway through my last song, my voice vanished. Disappeared. Poof. Gone.
It came back, intermittently, just long enough for me to whisper my thanks into the mic.
After I sat down I said to my companion, “I lost my voice.”
She was sympathetic. “Nobody noticed,” she said.
Indeed.
Not everything is a metaphor. Sometimes, it’s two metaphors.
