The Grand Entrance

Silence. A dramatic prelude! My arms were locked overhead, pointing skyward in eternal salute—until a sharp spark fired through my wrists. I willed my left hand down, and it actually obeyed! I lowered my arm, leaned past the two motionless figures before me, and stretched out. With a glorious snap of my fingers, I flicked a small empty aluminum can lying in the dry straw. It bounced away with a metallic rattle! The stage is set. I am in control.