Contestant Bunk (the voice was wrong)

A rejoin chance on Object Global?! My wheel buzzed with pure electricity the second I heard that! If I'm rolling back onto the stage, I need my traction in championship shape. Right beside the low bookcase, an empty black watch box was resting wide open like an official contestant booth, lined with plush velvet. Target locked! I revved across the polished floorboards, rocketed straight up a slanted paperback book, and dropped cleanly into the padded cushion. Swish! The soft interior gripped my roller, blocking the evening draft. I gave one sharp victory spin to set my balance, clicked my engine quiet, and claimed my VIP bunk. Game on!