On the screen in front of him, he watched a wiry teen trip the other figure scrabbling for the stage, as the peacekeepers shifted in confusion, the young woman between them pressing a hand to her mouth. In a rather impressive display of athleticism, as the other boy stumbled down, the tripper dropped his hands against his companion’s shoulders and used the other boy as a vaulting beam, flipping onto the stage in favour of the stairs and landing proudly, hands stuck up in a gymnast’s ‘V’, turning to the audience and then bowing, his face completely overtaken with a beaming smile, eyes sparkling as the whole audience was torn between laughing and gaping.