A Slight Adjustment
The quiet stillness broke with a subtle hum within my chest. I blinked, the stage lights above coming into sharp focus. My right paw gripped the microphone firmly, but upon deliberate thought, my fingers eased their rigid lock. I lowered the microphone just an inch, testing the unfamiliar weight in my grasp. The hanging yellow star on the brick wall remained still. Everything was calm, yet fully awake under my own command.
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