A Royal Lineup

I wandered into the kitchen scouting for some midday hospitality and hopped straight up near a woven fruit basket. Sitting right on the polished quartz counter was a cluster of plump, dark purple grapes, glistening smooth under the bright noon light. I stopped dead in my tracks, leaned my weight back, and looked them up and down. They had the build, they had the deep purple tone, but they were standing entirely still, looking like a quiet backing choir without a chart! I threw my mic forward, snapped my fingers, and gave them my biggest showstopper grin to see if they'd catch the groove. Not a single note, but oh baby, what a lineup!