Taking the Stage

Quiet. Too quiet! I tightened my crossed arms, tilted my bill up, and waited for applause. Nothing! So I took a deliberate, heavy stomp with my webbed foot against the floor. A crisp, sharp tap echoed back. Hah! I moved. On purpose! Clearly, whoever set this spotlight expects an audition. Well, they shall have an absolute tour de force. I thrust my beak higher, leaned back, and locked my gaze dead center, refusing to budge until proper respect is paid.