The Velvet Midnight Box

I slipped down from the table surface into a cracked-open wooden drawer to wrap up the night. Tucked inside was an open, dark blue velvet jewelry box holding a chunky silver ring. I didn't need to make a booming sound tonight—instead, I eased myself back right into that plush velvet groove, letting the deep cushion support my shoulders. Resting my arm against the cool polished band of the silver ring, I let out a long, easy sigh under the quiet night shadow. Every heavyweight performer needs a five-star green room to close the set.