Calling back, over my shoulder, I say, "Hurry and move up to the higher level. I want you to get a wide view. I want the picture to show everything. As much of the arena as possible."
I don't look back to see if she is doing as I asked.
When I reach the front row I use a chair as a step to get over the barrier. But there is another wall.
Jumping up, my hands claw the top edge of the fence. I pull myself up. Working to get a good footing, I lift my legs over and then my torso.
I am hanging by the tips of my fingers.