He’d taxied along the runway and was about to take off when his earbuds had fallen out and he’d lost contact with air traffic control. His legs were almost exhausted.
Then, a bit of luck. A jumbo jet had assisted his take-off, boosting him into the air. The pilot had gesticulated that Icarus should get off the nose cone but that was easier said than done, although finally, he’d freed himself and plummeted to earth.
Thankfully, his fall was broken by the softened wax and broken feathers.
Back to the drawing board.