Dr. Dre is on the shelve for my buddy.

Everything snapped into focus right on this stone floor. I stood tall, feeling the weight in my right hand. My fingers twitched, then closed tight around the golden piece I was holding. I gave my right wrist a quick, smooth turn, testing the balance. Solid. The ground under my boots was steady, the backdrop stood behind me, and I was completely in control of my own movement.