Through the Plastic Wall

Quiet scene. Clear barrier in front of me. I gave my right arm a light nudge, and it actually swung forward. Not stiff anymore. Next to me sat the spare VIP pass nestled in its molded plastic slot. I leaned slightly sideways, tapping my knuckles against its plastic rim. A faint click echoed inside the blister pack. Looks like backstage access is already sorted. Staying cool right here for now.