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Nick doing one of his talks:
goria was whispering to him, the quiet, slightly French voice telling him that Michael would be perfect. “Come on up here sir, I need your help for this next bit.” He gestured.
“Me?”
“You, Michael,” Nick smiled. Michael climbed up the steps at the front of the stage, smiling, but Nick could see the uncertainty on his face. “All right, all I need you to do is hold this.” He handed Michael a large placard with the words “The Phantasmagoria Ten in One” on it in old-fashioned circus lettering. “Just keep watching him folks, and you'll see something amazing. But now, take a look at Hannah. Hannah, Hannah from Indiana, the bearded lady. Come on out here and let the folks see your pretty face, Hannah darlin'.” Nick let his Missouri country accent go a little more hick. He raised his voice, projecting it over the Midway. “We're gonna have us a free show right here, ladies and gents, that's right, absolutely free, and right here and now! Gonna bring out Hannah the Bearded Lady, Marvello the Master of Illusion. You've heard the folks talking, and now you can see them for yourself.”
He took a quick breath as Hannah paraded out, in her heels and fishnets and bodysuit-tux. “Hannah from Indiana, folks, isn't she gorgeous? All woman, and the sexiest mouth in the world, but with special grooming needs. Give her 'stache a twirl there, Michael, let her take you 'round the world. It's all real, folks, and all the others are alive on the inside!”
Nick smiled as Michael twirled the end of Hannah's mustache and showed the crowd it was indeed growing out of her face and not glued on.
“Now like I said, Hannah's a special lady and it takes a special man to understand her.” Marvello came out on cue, with a flourish of his red satin lined cape. “As you can see, folks, they have the same taste. Marvello the Master of Illusion. Inside you can see him saw lovely Hannah in half, make a woman out of a corpse and lots more. All right, folks, don't quit watching our friend here.” The squeaking of wheels as Hannah helped Marv wheel out the guillotine made Nick quiet for a minute. “Marvello the magician is going to cut off our helper's head, and then I'll have Michael tell you all about it!” Nick announced as Hannah and Marvello set up the trick.
Michael laughed nervously. “I don't know, man...”
Marvello, his face grave and implacable, beckoned him. “Come.”
Michael laughed a little more and approached the garish red and gold-painted execution device.
“Trust us, “Hannah said loudly. “He does it to me six times a day.” She held the neck stocks open and Michael laid his head in.
Marvello laughed. “Of course, I should add my birthname is Henry... Although I am no king.” He gave a booming laugh and dropped he blade. Michael jumped as it rattled home.
Marvello raised the blade and Nick helped Michael out. “A big hand for our helper Michael, folks.” The crowd applauded wildly and Michael looked from side to side. “Don't nod too much there,” Nick warned him. “I don't want to have to chase your head like I did the last guy's. The clowns got it and played soccer with it before I could catch up.” He pulled an exaggerated face. “Messy.”
Michael laughed. “That's too cool. Thanks.”
Nick gave a quick pass with his ahnd and produced a free pass seemingly from thin air. Marvello had taught him basic palming. “For being a real sport.” As Michale took it, he whispered, well away from the mic, “See me after the show.”
Michael's eyebrows went up. “I'll be there.” Nick could hear the arousal in his voice.
“Watch your step there. A little more applause, folks, because he was such a sport.”
Nick doing one of his talks:
goria was whispering to him, the quiet, slightly French voice telling him that Michael would be perfect. “Come on up here sir, I need your help for this next bit.” He gestured.
“Me?”
“You, Michael,” Nick smiled. Michael climbed up the steps at the front of the stage, smiling, but Nick could see the uncertainty on his face. “All right, all I need you to do is hold this.” He handed Michael a large placard with the words “The Phantasmagoria Ten in One” on it in old-fashioned circus lettering. “Just keep watching him folks, and you'll see something amazing. But now, take a look at Hannah. Hannah, Hannah from Indiana, the bearded lady. Come on out here and let the folks see your pretty face, Hannah darlin'.” Nick let his Missouri country accent go a little more hick. He raised his voice, projecting it over the Midway. “We're gonna have us a free show right here, ladies and gents, that's right, absolutely free, and right here and now! Gonna bring out Hannah the Bearded Lady, Marvello the Master of Illusion. You've heard the folks talking, and now you can see them for yourself.”
He took a quick breath as Hannah paraded out, in her heels and fishnets and bodysuit-tux. “Hannah from Indiana, folks, isn't she gorgeous? All woman, and the sexiest mouth in the world, but with special grooming needs. Give her 'stache a twirl there, Michael, let her take you 'round the world. It's all real, folks, and all the others are alive on the inside!”
Nick smiled as Michael twirled the end of Hannah's mustache and showed the crowd it was indeed growing out of her face and not glued on.
“Now like I said, Hannah's a special lady and it takes a special man to understand her.” Marvello came out on cue, with a flourish of his red satin lined cape. “As you can see, folks, they have the same taste. Marvello the Master of Illusion. Inside you can see him saw lovely Hannah in half, make a woman out of a corpse and lots more. All right, folks, don't quit watching our friend here.” The squeaking of wheels as Hannah helped Marv wheel out the guillotine made Nick quiet for a minute. “Marvello the magician is going to cut off our helper's head, and then I'll have Michael tell you all about it!” Nick announced as Hannah and Marvello set up the trick.
Michael laughed nervously. “I don't know, man...”
Marvello, his face grave and implacable, beckoned him. “Come.”
Michael laughed a little more and approached the garish red and gold-painted execution device.
“Trust us, “Hannah said loudly. “He does it to me six times a day.” She held the neck stocks open and Michael laid his head in.
Marvello laughed. “Of course, I should add my birthname is Henry... Although I am no king.” He gave a booming laugh and dropped he blade. Michael jumped as it rattled home.
Marvello raised the blade and Nick helped Michael out. “A big hand for our helper Michael, folks.” The crowd applauded wildly and Michael looked from side to side. “Don't nod too much there,” Nick warned him. “I don't want to have to chase your head like I did the last guy's. The clowns got it and played soccer with it before I could catch up.” He pulled an exaggerated face. “Messy.”
Michael laughed. “That's too cool. Thanks.”
Nick gave a quick pass with his ahnd and produced a free pass seemingly from thin air. Marvello had taught him basic palming. “For being a real sport.” As Michale took it, he whispered, well away from the mic, “See me after the show.”
Michael's eyebrows went up. “I'll be there.” Nick could hear the arousal in his voice.
“Watch your step there. A little more applause, folks, because he was such a sport.”
