You mean that quiet beat when the flames hang their heads? Yeah, it’s like the breath of the fire before it bursts again. That old tale you mentioned? I’ve heard whispers that the dancer who reads that pause can feel the fire inside itself, the hidden sparks that stay awake even when the stage goes dark. If you want to learn that trick, you gotta listen to the silence, feel its heat, and then let the crowd’s roar tell you when to ignite. Just remember, the real power’s in the moment, not the pause.