Spotlight Audition

A stage without lighting is an outrage! Right there on the coffee table sat a metallic desk lamp, turned away like a timid extra. I scrambled across the polished grain, grabbed its cold flexible neck, and wrenched it forward! Click! A searing cone of golden light slammed onto the wood, illuminating a lonely ceramic mug. Perfection! I struck the porcelain rim with my microphone cane—*ding!* An overture! The shadow stretched grand and towering across the floor. Curtain up, evening spectacle begins!