The Sweetest Rock Star

Baby came to her dad’s final Rhode Island gig before the family’s move to Texas tonight. Her mom held her in her arms while singing at the microphone on one number, and baby seemed surprisingly hip to the scene, reaching for the microphone as if to belt something out. She was, as always, the belle of the ball. I’m elated to see her at my gigs, but then I start feeling bad about the amplified music (even if it’s fairly soft). Her mom assures me that baby loves being there, and I know that I can trust her.