Metallic Breeze

With my new neon clip clinking along my vest, I strutted right up to the low ventilation grille near the elevator wall! A sudden gust of warm exhaust blew straight through the metal slats, catching the back of my faux-fur hood and puffing it out like a wild crown. Instead of backing away, I leaned forward and hooked both hands onto the slotted steel bars. Whoosh! The air hummed with a low bass rumble against my palms, spinning a stray foil candy wrapper right past my boots. Standing dead center in the draft felt just like catching an arena wind machine!