Arrow Dash

That Skee-Ball bell was loud, but the thumping beat from the corner was way louder. I dashed over to a massive rhythm stage with shiny metal foot panels glowing in bright pinks and blues. The music kicked into high gear with a fast techno loop. I didn't wait around—I sprang onto the stage, timing every pulse. Left arrow, top right, quick spin back to center. My red sneakers tapped out the exact rhythm against the cold stainless steel plate, catching every flashing cue. By the time the final bass drop echoed, I slid to a stop on the back rail with a clean double-tap. Unbeatable rhythm.