"And now, ladies and gentlemen," the presenter's voice boomed across the arena, echoing against the towering screens and steel beams above, "before we end our lovely game, let us invite Tracy on stage to bedazzle us with her singing voice while we wait for the riders to return!"
A wave of cheers rolled through the stadium like thunder. The presenter stepped off the stage with an exaggerated bow, his polished shoes clicking against the floor before disappearing behind the curtains.
For a brief moment, darkness swallowed the arena.
The giant spotlights dimmed one by one until only faint glimmers of blue and purple neon lingered around the edges. The crowd hushed instinctively, anticipation tightening in the air like a drawn string. Phones were raised. Whispers fluttered from seat to seat. Somewhere in the distance, a single whistle pierced the silence.
Then ,the lights flared back on.
A golden beam fell at the center of the stage, and there she stood.
Tracy.
