As you know, I am always embarrassing myself in some way.
I have a song coming out in January and I’m still debating which intro I want to go with. This afternoon, I loaded the two masters onto the iPhone, sat in between my two speakers—surround sound, duh 
—and cranked the first one.
The next thing I know, I’m thinking, “Man, this song sure is catchy.” I start singing along at the top of my lungs. If you think I’m kidding, you can ask Ken whose office is right next to mine. 
Midway through the bridge—yes, still singing at full throttle—I realized that my next piano student has a habit of coming early. I jumped up, glanced out my window, and sure enough, there she was, walking up the sidewalk with her mother to the front door.
They probably heard me through the window, but I didn’t say a word. 
