There is a strip of tape on the floor at the end of rack three, worn grey,
where you stand when you are spotting somebody.
I have stood on it for other people forty times this year.

There is no equivalent mark for the one under the bar.
Nothing to stand on, nobody to be seen by, no place set for it.

The set is the one part of the evening that cannot be improved by me being charming.
That is why I resent it and that is precisely why it works.

The Book of the Bard — Grind 52:5