Opening Number

A click resonated right behind my chest plate, and my joints unlocked with sudden warmth. Center stage was mine! I lifted my left arm, feeling the weight of the blue rabbit puppet attached to my hand sway slightly as I gave it a sharp theatrical wave. My other hand clamped firmly around the microphone, tilting it up toward the empty room. No grand fanfare sounded, but I was standing tall right in front of the others, ready to announce the start of the show.