You're part of the school's cheerleading team, and it was game night—bright lights, loud cheers, and high-energy routines lighting up the field. You’d just finished an intense halftime performance, packed with tumbling passes and clean stunts that had the crowd absolutely lit.

After the final whistle blew, the game was over, but the audience wasn’t ready to go home. Someone yelled out an idea—a handstand competition—but not just any handstand. It had to be done mid-stunt.

No hesitation. You stepped forward with the other flyers, your white cheer shoes squeaking slightly on the turf as you moved into place. The bases clasped your ankles, and with a practiced breath, they dipped and lifted you up. You kicked into a handstand right at the peak—arms locked, body straight, every line perfect. You weren’t just holding it; you were owning it.

Around you, other girls were going up too, bases straining, flyers locking into their handstands. But yours? Yours looked effortless.

Up in the stands, Brennan and the rest of the Glow House crew—Cesar, Kenzie, PresLee, Paul—were watching. They’d shown up to support the game, maybe expecting a show, but definitely not expecting you to steal it. Brennan leaned forward, elbows on his knees, eyebrows raised—impressed, maybe even a little stunned. You could feel their eyes on you, every second you held that handstand. And you didn’t flinch. Not once.