it, is the star.

he, comes into the light.

moving his fingers to flex and quickly force the palms together as if he was clapping for it. but the sound did not come out just right. it was muffered because his palms were still together. They looked at him, and look at it, and in slience,wondering who will make the next move.
for the next few moments, he went thru the steps in his mind, from start to the end, planning was important for him. he breathe in, and then breathe out almost just as sliently as the muffered clap.

they looked at him more with more focus, wondering if he was going to give up and it was going to move. then, he made the first move. the first interaction with it.

he slowly spread his palms apart, slowly, slowly. once he was sastified with the distance between the two arms, he swung them forward, as if a fisherman casting his net. after he made some circles with his hand, he stopped, and pull back his arms. it moved.

it stood up, on it's legs and turned to face them. then it fell face down. he was shocked by it and let his arms go loose, swinging from his shoulders as thou he has lose control over his arms and it was only hanging from his shoulders. but it was not as how they seen it. he just wanted a rest, it has strain his arms.

it lay on the stage.

he raised his arms and move his fingers as if playing the piano. they were waiting to hear the music from the speakers, but no sound were heard from the speakers but from the drums, hidden in the darkness of the stage. he moved a step back and try moving his fingers. the stage is slowly lit up and the sound from the drums has slowly evolved into a pulsing rhythm that caught their attention over it.

he walked towards it, picked it up and went to the backstage.