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Post by Margot Reolas on Feb 5, 2007 14:20:33 GMT -5
The lights showed brightly around the entire theater and it was becoming quite packed. Everyone was filling into the seats and it seemed every single spot was taken. People of all kinds were in the theater, small, tall, fat, skinny, poor, and rich. It was all diverse but everyone came for one purpose. To see the great man who might walk on stage and show them the time of their life. Someome to make them forget their troubles and the world around them.
Behind the stage in the hall of the dressing rooms Margot walked around trying to find Damon. She asked a few people where she might find the star of the show and they all pointed her towards a room. It had a door that was only a curtain. A curtain much like the one on the stage, crimson red and thick.
She knocked on the outer wall hoping that he might come out, and that someone else wasn't there. It would be terribly embarrassing if this was the wrong place. Why she was even bother before his big show was a wonder. Something drew the girl to this boy though. Maybe it was hissweet and charming personality or his striking looks, even though she had never seen him without those glasses that covered his eyes. All she thought as she stood there was whether or not she was being a fool. Why would he want to talk to her right now? She didn't expect anything but him waving her off when she tried to talk to him.
After a while she called out, "Is anyone in there?" It was then she noticed that there was a sign on the other side of the doorway. It read the name of the man. The magician name. She knew she had the right place, but was he even there?
She sighed and leaned against the wall for another few minutes and then she grew tired. The show wuld start soon. So she began her way back to the theater, walking slowly as she did.
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Post by Damon Walker on Feb 5, 2007 14:52:26 GMT -5
The room was dark, without a source of light from anywhere at all. Inside though, a man sat at a desk with a quill in his hand, scratching away at a piece of parchment. The ink slid off of the quill swiftly in a motion that made symbols and such. Words were written onto the paper in artistic handwriting, Calligraphy as some called it, but not quite there. He was writing fast, knowing his show was going to start soon, but he hadn't completely figured out the routine he was going to perform.
Why was this so hard for him? It should have been a cinch by now. Make the easier ones at the front, the harder ones at the end. Plain and simple, but he just couldn't decide what acts he was going to perform. Behind him, he heard a light knocking. Dammit, he thought as his black eyes threw themselves to the side. He had taken his sunglasses off in attempt to loosen up his headache. Gazing around his table, he didn't see them though. "Just a minute," he said quietly, forgetting that whoever it was probably couldn't hear his quiet voice outside the doorway.
The young man stood to his feet, pushing the chair back with his legs as he looked across the desk again. Still he didn't see them. Turning, he looked to his wardrobe and began to make his way over. He sifted through the uniforms, all shady or black, but he still couldn't find them.
"Is anyone in there?"
Damon rolled his eyes at the muffled voice. He wasn't going to be able to walk out there without his glasses. It was possible that he'd go blind if he did, and he couldn't afford that right now, now with his show starting so soon. Giving up his search through the wardrobe, he swiftly turned around, his long duster swishing to catch up with him, and he stepped toward the other side of the room. Everywhere his gaze fell, he couldn't see the glasses, but then after his second step, he heard a crushing sound like glass breaking beneath his foot.
No! he shouted in his head, looking to the floor. As he lifted up his foot, he saw beneath it the black sunglasses that now had no lenses and sprawled out like a snake and beneath it the crushed glass could be seen. "This can't be happening to me," he breathed as he let his foot fall to the floor next to the glasses. Damon raised his right hand in front of him and brought it into an open fist, as if he were holding something. Inside of it, his palm began to produce a thick black smoke that swayed and moved, forming itself into the shape of glasses, folding and filling itself in and bending into small arcs at the end. Quickly the smoke took the solidity of real sunglasses, that were exactly like his first ones.
He shoved them onto his head and moved toward the curtain that hid the light outside from his room. Pushing the red velvet to the side, he looked out to see the young girl he had met the day before walking away. He smiled at her back and asked, "You knocked?" while stepping out into the hall. The velvet curtain swished back into place, once again hiding the light from the room.
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Post by Margot Reolas on Feb 5, 2007 15:10:33 GMT -5
She smiled when she heard his voice. Stopping in her tracks as he did. Margot turned around and began walking to him with a huge grin.
"So you were in there. What were you doing? Sleeping before the job or something?" She walked over and stood a bit away from him, leaning against the wall only a foot away from the man. "I've got a good seat this time, and I'll be able to stay the entire time now. So let's hope you impress me."
She teased him and held out her ticket as proof. It was seat he had told her to get. In them middle of the front row. She hoped that this show was as good as everyone told her it was or else she'd probably feel horrible for building it up so much and letting him disappoint her, but after the rose she didn't have a doubt that he would be good.
"It starts soon though. I just wanted to say hi and let you know I came. I guess we could go now then."
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Post by Damon Walker on Feb 5, 2007 15:23:56 GMT -5
Damon's eyes looked over his soon to be audience. He didn't answer her questions, merely chuckled. After her comment though, his chuckling changed to slightly nervous laughter. "Yes, let's," he replied kind of gazing to the side. So far the routines he had thought of and written down were all exact copies of performances that he had done before. He didn't want to repeat a previous show; it just wasn't him. Every week, he always tried to do something different, but this week he just couldn't think of anything new.
It figured that it had to be the week he was performing for someone he told to sit in the front row. Nodding to her ticket, he continued to smile in attempt to hide his concern. I'll have to wing it, he thought.
"It starts soon though. I just wanted to say hi and let you know I came. I guess we could go now then."
Again, Damon nodded to her. "I'll be out there in a couple of minutes," he said. "I need to get something first though." He bowed again to her, just as before, but didn't conjure anything. He'd have to save all of his tricks for the show otherwise she wouldn't be impressed. "I shall see you soon."
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Post by Margot Reolas on Feb 5, 2007 17:04:43 GMT -5
He didn't know how happy she had been to meet him. How much brighter she had turned out to be the last two days. He made her happier than she had been in a long time. Usually she didn't do this kind of thing. Her own roommate wondered of her sexuality because she had never had a boyfriend or met any man outside of her family and work.
"Bye." She said sweetly.
Margot walked forward and gave him a peck on the lips and then walked off to the theater. A huge grin on her face as she did. She felt like a child again. Like a fourteen year old girl even though she was five years older than that. A woman not a child.
She took her seat in the theater between an elderly woman and a little boy and waited for the show to begin.
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Post by Damon Walker on Feb 5, 2007 19:41:54 GMT -5
Turning on his heel, the smile quickly faded from his lips. Now he was in trouble. What was he going to do? His mind was completely blank for acts and he had a full theater to entertain in the next two minutes. Taking the few steps it took to get back into his room, Damon walked in and continued to search through his mind. The paper that he had been writing furiously on wasn't going to help him, not this time at least. All it held were acts that he had previously done, just in a different order than before.
Tired, confused, unsure of what was going to happen, Damon grabbed the top hat that he had left on his desk and left the room once again. The velvet curtain swayed behind him after he walked out and he made his way to the side of the stage that he would soon be walking in from. He could hear the people sitting impatiently waiting for him to begin, but all he could think about was how much he was about to disappoint them unless something happened.
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Post by Drea Roberts on Feb 5, 2007 20:09:31 GMT -5
Drea had always wanted to see a magic show, she loved magic. So she bought a ticket to the show that Magot had been talking about. She quickly walked inside, realizing that she was late and looking for Marg. After she finally spotted her, she took a seat behind her and tapped her on the sholder. "Hey," she whispered to Marg and sat back in her seat, waiting to watch the show.
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Post by Margot Reolas on Feb 5, 2007 20:59:39 GMT -5
She waited for a while sitting in her seat and watching the stage. The litle boy kept touching her dress. She waved him off of her at least ten times as she attempted to look under the skirt. Finally she tucked the dress in and kept her hand there so he didn't try it again.
Then she felt a tap on her shoulder and someone say hey. She turned around and smiled at Drea, waving to her.
"Hey girly."
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Post by Damon Walker on Feb 5, 2007 22:03:03 GMT -5
A man, dressed in a very nicely pressed suit, polished shoes, and perfectly groomed hair walked across the stage. As he moved across the wooden floorboards, the announcer shouted to the room, “Welcome, one and all A La Amour Theater!” The crowd roared in applause, but it wasn’t for the man, or the theater. Most of them were just relieving the stress that had been building there impatience as they waited for the main show. “Thank you for coming everyone. But without further adue, I gladly present, Damon the Demon Walker!” The man’s hand tossed itself to the left in a presenting motion as he walked sideways toward the opposite side.
Damon took a deep breath as he was called, placed the top hat on his head, and walked out onto the stage to be greeted by the immense applause. The young man looked out to the crowd, forcing his smile to show and waving a hand into the air. As he walked out toward the middle, his eyes fell toward the first two rows where he saw the two young ladies he had met the day before. The smile broadened on his face while his hand slowly came to his front where he clapped them together.
“Alright,” he said in a loud voice so that everyone could hear. “I’d like to personally welcome every one of you to my show, but I must be honest with you.” His gaze traveled all across the audience, from left to right and then back. After a short pause, his hands let go of one another and moved to the sides in a shrugging kind of fashion. “I have no idea what I’m going to be doing today.”
A fair portion of the crowd laughed and others simply smiled and watched. “So,” he continued after the laughter subsided, “who out there isn’t afraid of the ‘Demon Walker’s’ magic and would like to help me come up with an idea?”
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Post by Drea Roberts on Feb 5, 2007 22:43:57 GMT -5
When Drea agreed to go to the show, she didn't even realized it. But as soon as she heard 'Damon the Demon Walker' she knew that this was the same man that she had met the day before backstage. This was the same guy that Marge met? It was a pretty small world after all. But she couldn't help but to feel awkward now. Even though she had only talked to Damon once, she liked him, and so did Marge. Drea shook off the thought and continued to watch the show.
As soon as Damon called for a volunteer, Drea's hand shot up. She loved being on stage and could never pass up an opportunity to perform in front of people. As she looked around, she realized that tons of others wanted to volunteer also, and she doubted that she would even get picked. She also doubted that Damon even remembered who she was. But even though these doubts ran through her mind, she still had her hand raised, wanting to be a part of the show.
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Post by Margot Reolas on Feb 5, 2007 22:51:58 GMT -5
When she heard he wanted a volunteer she grinned but kept her hand down. When he said this she had looked back and saw Drea stick up her hand. It seemed the girl hadn't had much spot light in the past. Probably due to lack of connections. So she needed this right now. Who was Margot to take that away? Damon knew her, but not Drea. Or so she thought.
She grinned and looked at Drea. "Go for it." She told her over the crowd and looked back at the stage. Gazing around as well at the excited crowd.
Margot then let her eyes rest on the man of the hour. His perfect visage and presence. How gorgeous he was standing there up on stage. It was someone she invisioned in a dream. Like her ideal Prince Charming. A man of fairy tales. Her crush.
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Post by Damon Walker on Feb 5, 2007 22:55:26 GMT -5
The black eyes that were hidden behind the dark black sunglasses saw one of the girls’ hands shoot up along with several others around the theater. There were many that wanted to be apart of the show as well, but he decided to use the person he somewhat knew. At least he had the girl’s name, but kept that information to himself.
Pointing to Drea, Damon nodded and said, “It looks like we have a brave young lady right here.” Thoughts began to filter through his head about what he might try with her. He had only called for a volunteer once before, and that was to saw her in half, and it was a plant. That was one of Damon’s less successful shows, and he was pretty sure he wasn’t going to be able to pull off that trick that night anyways. He had almost no props after all.
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Post by Drea Roberts on Feb 5, 2007 23:04:15 GMT -5
As soon as Damon had picked Drea, a jolt of excitment went through her body. Out of everyone there, he picked her, so maybe he did in fact remember her after all. She put her arm down and stood up, feeling people in the audience look at her. She loved that feeling; being the center of attention. She walked to the steps and onto the fimilar stage.
She gazed out into the audience and smiled, but she soon began to grow nervous as to what trick he may do to her. She might not even get to be part of trick, she could do something so simple as just hold a box, but she didn't really care. She loved that fact that he picked her. She walked up to him and smiled, wondering if he even remembered her. She saw her reflection in his sunglasses just like the night before and couldn't help but to smile again.
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Post by Margot Reolas on Feb 5, 2007 23:10:51 GMT -5
{{That's my man...}}
She grinned when Drea got up. She seemed happy to be picked and Margot was happy he picked her. Her friend would finally get to see him up close and then she didn't have to ask questions anymore. Drea could talk about him with her.
"WOOT!" She shouted. "WHOO Baby!" She whistled as a joke to Drea. They used to cheer each other on when they did play together and even though she looked stupid she didn't care.
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Post by Damon Walker on Feb 5, 2007 23:14:16 GMT -5
When she was on the stage with him, he took off his hat and began to spin it around. His hand was inside of the hat while he watched her approach him, and he continued to think, think, and still find nothing. As she got nearer though, he realized what he was doing. The hat, he thought as his eyes glanced to the spinning black top hat. While it spun, Damon released a small bit of smoke inside, keeping it hidden from view of everyone’s eye though, and walked toward Drea. “Thank you for joining me milady. May I have your name?” Though he knew what it was, he didn’t want the crowd to believe she was a plant meant specifically for his act. This way, the crowd might believe that they actually didn’t know each other. After the show, if he found her, he’d explain this to her.
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