A Slight Tap on the Glass

A soft click resonated through my joints. I shifted my weight, finding that my stiff black boots could actually step forward. Inside this quiet acrylic stage, I lifted one gauntlet and gave the clear front wall a gentle, theatrical tap. The faintest ring echoed back. Glancing beside me, the little plastic speech bubble declaring my identity stood perfectly still on its stand. Well then, it appears the show has quietly begun without a script.