"Hotspots"

Before:

Finally I launched of the platform and into the open air. The harness is my friend, the harness is my friend. My hands were wet with sweat a from gripping the rope so hard. The wind brushed past my face. I looked at the trees rushing beside my feet.

After:

As I launched off the platform I automatically accelerated into the air. I was a bird speeding through the sky. I ripped through the wind. I didn't yell like some of my friends did when it was their turn to ride the zip line. It took all my strength to get there and now I was petrified. Even as my sweaty hands strangled the voice above me all I could do was think "Please don't fall" I looked down at the trees rushing by my face. Please let me live.