Underlit Menace

I seized the ribbed steel neck of a gooseneck work lamp clamped to the audio console and threw my full weight against the shaft. The joint groaned, bending stubbornly until the hooded tungsten bulb pointed straight up from the floor deck. With a sharp kick of my boot heel, I slammed the rocker switch on. Blinding amber glare erupted upward, cutting through the venue gloom and throwing an enormous, razor-sharp silhouette of my frame high across the acoustic baffles. No soundboard tech required. I planted my boots right in the blast of the beam, letting the raw heat wash over my leather vest as the shadow loomed overhead.