Breakfast Beam Routine

I lined up my approach along the cool granite counter, eyeing the heavy butter knife I had rigged across two ceramic egg cups. A reigning champion never skips morning conditioning! Vaulting up onto the silver blade, I felt the narrow steel bounce slightly beneath my boots. I pivoted sharply on one heel, whipped my curls back, and locked into an exaggerated arabesque pose suspended over the gap. The knife gave a teasing wobble, but I rode the flex like a pro, snapping into a clean flip dismount that planted dead center on a folded linen napkin. Pure, dramatic perfection.