A Touch of the Brim
A soft breath seemed to stir within me beneath the glow of the colored stage lamps. I paused, taking in the cheering painted silhouettes along the perimeter. With careful deliberation, I lifted my gloved right fingers to test my movement. The brim of my top hat yielded gently to my touch, steady and perfectly aligned. I rested my hand against the felt, stepping lightly beside my masked companion, thoroughly composed and ready for our entrance.