I am a string instrument. Add me to the worst grade in the American system, and you'll get an instrument of a different family.

I rise each day with a radiant flame. I shine on the stage, adored all the same. Beneath your feet on the Walk lies my name.

I start with a dance of glitter and glow, with music you'll hear from a seventies show. I end with a word that makes emphasis flow, held in high degree, exceedingly so. Put us together and what you'll find is sudden delight, a Eureka! for the mind.

In the north I am hot, In the south I feel gray. The sixth of twelve is my lot, My squire is solstice day.

Sometimes I'm stressed, sometimes I'm taut. You use me often when you talk. In fact, I am present right now...