Clocks freeze on the screen,
A tech pause breaks the moment
Crowd murmurs, waiting.
Faint buzz in the air,
Cameras scan quiet players,
Hands off mice and keys.
Casters fill the void,
Speculating, stretching time
"Could be hardware, ping."
A sip from the cup,
Coach leans in with quiet words,
Strats float in still air.
Then the green light blinks,
All returns to pixel war
Tension reignites.