Cape of Many Pages

You're cruising now, flipping the cape just enough to glimpse each taped page. Sir Reginald has never sounded smoother. Then — click — a spotlight swings wide, and the back of your cape lights up like a library on display.

The audience gasps. Then someone snorts. Then the giggles roll across the rows like popcorn. Mara's eyes go huge. Backstage, the director makes a noise that isn't quite human. The pages flutter in the breeze, every secret line glowing for the whole town to see.

Your heart hammers. You have seconds to decide what kind of legend you're going to be.