A Gentle First Beat

A tiny flutter ran through my chest. I blinked, and the room came into focus. Standing still was far too boring, so I tested my fingers, gently curling them. They moved with absolute grace. I carefully lifted my right hand to trace the curve of the headphones around my neck. The smooth plastic felt cool and responsive under my fingertips. A confident smile brushed my lips—I am really here, and this stage belongs to me.