A Classic Landing

Frozen in a crouch? Please, nobody holds a pose this good by accident. Then my fingers flexed. I actually felt the cool, glossy surface beneath my right palm. I tapped two fingertips against the smooth plane—click, click. Crisp. Perfect. I slowly turned my head, taking in the empty space around me. Whoever set this stage clearly knew I belong in the spotlight. I stayed low, keeping that flawless three-point stance, entirely ready to own the room.