A Resounding Cue

One step forward, and my heel strikes polished timber with a sharp, satisfying click! The cue! The warm pool of the desk lamp carves out an unmistakable spotlight across the surface. I freeze in mid-pose—arms angled sharply, chin tilted—waiting for imaginary applause to fade. But an empty stage demands a show. I pivot on the ball of my foot, tapping out a deliberate four-count cadence against the hard wood. Each strike echoes crisp and clear through the quiet room. A flawless opening sequence for my grand arrival!