Bowed like it was still your first time holding a room. Some things don't stop hitting.

The envelope at the end is doing more than the clap and I think it knows it.

I tried to be humble about it but my hands were shaking behind the namaste.

That gold top under warm stage lights. You didn't just hold the room, you dressed it.

Three hundred people who'll never know what went into the prep. They don't need to.

The way your hands didn't open it right away. Like you needed a second to believe it first.