He held up a dismantled clock. "Today, we're looking at gears."
"Leo? Who are you talking to?" his mom asked, poking her head in.
"Just... practicing for a presentation," he said, quickly clicking 'End Stream.'
The blue light died. The 'studio' became just a messy bedroom again. He wasn't ready to be a star yet, but as he looked at the dark lens, he knew he’d be back—maybe after a few more conversations with his parents about how to navigate the digital world safely.
He hadn't told his parents he was actually going live. They were downstairs, likely debating whether a twelve-year-old was responsible enough for a smartphone , let alone a broadcast. "Welcome to 'Leo’s Lab,'" he said to an audience of zero.