A Spotlight Cue

A call of my name! A splendid prompt from the wings, and never let it be said that Bendy misses an entrance cue. I strutted across the varnished floorboards and caught sight of a glass bottle resting low beside the coffee table leg. The amber glass threw a marvelous, honeyed distortion across the rug under the floor lamp. Naturally, I leaned down to tap the smooth rim with one gloved knuckle—a crisp, musical chime rang right through the parlor! A pristine miniature echo chamber, utterly fit for an encore.