
there. My mom had whipped out her cell phone to record my performance. When
everyone quieted down and I started playing my guitar, my mom shouted at the
top of her lungs, “That’s my baby up there! Way to go, Cat!” Mortifying.

there. My mom had whipped out her cell phone to record my performance. When
everyone quieted down and I started playing my guitar, my mom shouted at the
top of her lungs, “That’s my baby up there! Way to go, Cat!” Mortifying.