It brightens up a performance

Usage examples of spotlight.

An artsy sax player sporting a little silver goatee squeezed his eyes shut in ecstasy, leaning into his spotlight serenade.

Garth Breise paused at the outer perimeter control tower and redirected the nearby spotlights to brighten all the area around the base of the tower.

Various dubious-looking types, a rusty clockwork fireman, a manky straw dog and some barely dressed dollies were hustled into the spotlight to tell their tales of drunkenness and debauchery, point accusing fingers and paws.

I shaded my eyes against the big spotlights that were on the podium, scanning the audience for sign of Monish or Nora.

The cameraman switched on his sungun spotlight, the sound recordist extended a long microphone.

The spotlight beam flickered palely over the low scrubby bushes and outlined the flat spiky plates of the prickly pears, but in the shifting uneven shadows that they threw, I reckoned I must be just another clump.

She was facing away from us, wearing a shoulderless gold-sequined gown that shimmered under the cool blue spotlights like heat lightning in the night.

The screenwriter loved that moment after the Skywalk when the boy is descending on the dental trapeze, spinning in the spotlight as the gleaming sequins on his singlet throw back the light.

Many singers, especially these days, seemed to be more attracted to the spotlight and stardom than the music itself.

The unlidded window casts a square spotlight down through the refracting corpuscles of moisture and culminates in a faint rainbow beside me.

This tumbled about in the spotlights, wallowed a great unmuscled expanse of rump and bounced a mammoth front at the audience, jeering with laughter, railed off the stage in grisly flounces of flesh.

Ryder played the spotlight along the bank, hoping to intimidate the Ansar marksmen or, at least, to illuminate them so that his own crew could return fire more accurately.

And she was afraid her father, who must at first have minded very much and then had come to mind less, had perhaps by now learned to count on returning home every night to a dark and peaceful house instead of stepping into the full, accusing spotlight glare as Ginger sat, slightly atilt at the kitchen alcove table, presiding tragically over a baked-away casserole, sipping vermouth and twisting her rings.

Perhaps the spotlights frightened the bees, perhaps it was the vibrations of thousands of stomping feet.

But it may draw enough attention away from that to allow Beni Forat to come to an accommodation with Cummings, out of the spotlight.