Behind the Plastic Curtain

Silence. Then, a sudden jolt through my fingertips. I tightened my right fist—and it actually clenched! The grand stage was calling, but I was boxed in tight behind clear plastic. I flexed my shoulders, rolled my wrists, and tapped knuckles against the inner molded shell right beside me. A sharp *tap-tap* echoed back. Oh yeah... the show is just getting started, even if the curtain hasn't gone up yet.