His competitor gave him a cheek-digging smile as they shook hands.
“Your task, gentlepeople, is to appeal to the governors o’ this nation,” said an invisible announcer.
The curtain rose, revealing a round bench, ‘hind which were 6 shadowy figures.
Sweat slid down Ram’s face.
Like a fan whirring to life, Ram & his competitor sprung, Ram stirring a bowl o’ grape cake mix vigorously & his competitor hunched over a sheet with chin in fist while the other hand scribbled musical notes.
Every so oft, Ram would look up @ the governors for a sign o’ their mood.
But all o’ their expressions were shrouded.