Pocket-protected Rockstar

Ben Benkley was suspected of being the smartest third grader in the whole county. Maybe even the whole state. To know for sure, his parents had signed him up for the spring talent show—pi recital.

Yep, his school reputation was about to be cemented. At the very least, it would be framed, where his parents would then hang it in a prime viewing location at home—a conversation piece should they have guests.

Now, the moment of truth.

Ben stood center stage. The auditorium's lights were turned down, the stage's spot light set to alien-abduction. At least, that's what it felt like. He wasn't sure he could even pull off what he meant to. If he did, he would automatically become a rockstar. Heck, he might even get Sarah Beth to sit next to him on the bus.

Two-hundred-eighty was the number of decimal places he had to beat in under a minute. When he began, the numbers rolled off his tongue like a belt-fed machine gun. Fifty places, here and gone. Then, seventy-five. Eighty. Eighty-five.

At ninety, he began to slow down. The spotlight was feeling overly bright. Sweat was beading on his forehead. Yep, this was definitely an alien abduction.

Ninety-five.

Ninety-eight.

And then...

He juggled his palms, swiveled his hips, and boldly declared, "6, 7!"

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Word Count: 219/750

Genre: Slice of Life

Trope: Mouth of Pi