In the second installment, I pretty much dominate the show. Somehow or another, though, I manage to apparently dominate the first show pretty well with just my voice and my hands and a shot of my boots kicking cartridges out of the way.
As far as performance, the roar of the crowd, the smell of the greasepaint no I don't feel that.
For whatever reason, not all people are born with the particular gift of being able to express ourselves through music. And, believe me, it is a gift.

