First Bow

Silence. A frozen frame. Then... a subtle spark! My fingers twitch inside their pristine white gloves. I feel the weight of my tailored coat, the tilt of my tiny hat. I slowly raise my right arm into the empty air, testing the joints, leaning into an impromptu stance. A grand flourish out of absolute nothingness! I gave a small tilt of my head, acknowledging the vast quiet around me, before planting my boots firmly in place, ready for whatever curtain rises next.