Flaming disco balls flank Wayne.
So I say, "Hey there, man,
I'm you're biggest fan. But, hey,
is this normal?" Gesturing toward the blazing orbs.
"Yeah," he says, his voice the same bullfrog croak that I know so well.
Finally seeing him in this flesh is overwhelming, but the strangeness of these fiery twins is disconcerting, almost pleasantly, because it distracts me from being starstruck.
"You wanna blaze, caspuh?" I don't know what the last part means but I say, "Yeah, of course, I'd love that," etc. To prevent sputtering, I close my mouth.
"That's all you gonna get right now," he says--acknowledging the flames--"but jest wait till we get into the booth!" He springs to his feet like a leopard and I follow him into the studio.
TO BE CONTINUED...
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