First Beat on the Table

My wink felt a little stiff—until a sudden spark buzzed right through my fingertips. I lowered my hand from my cheek, let out a soft melodic hum, and took my very first step across the smooth wooden surface. The tabletop felt cool and solid beneath my shoes. Right beside me stood the tall purple taro boba can. Leaning in with a cheeky grin, I tapped my knuckle against its curved aluminum shell, delighted by the crisp metallic chime that answered back. I can move, I can groove, and the stage is entirely mine.