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August 12th
Day 73
Just after dark
The dance show is thriving since I started and the pudgy little manager is beside himself with joy over the money he is raking in because of me. The other dancers would hate me of course, if I hadn’t persuaded them otherwise. Some I still encourage though, just to keep things interesting. Besides, I don’t cut into their shows and despite their amusing and sometimes painful attempts to learn, none of them can handle fire quite as well as I can. Funny that.
Usually I’m out front, smiling in my revealing costumes, convincing the poor clueless patrons to come inside the tent and inducing them to pay for more private shows with the girls later. Since my style show is new and not done every day it tends to draw more people and this is one of the slower nights of the week so tonight, I agreed to dance. Before stepping out of my trailer, I summon an old Middle Eastern style dress for my performance. Leaving my hair down I grab my bag containing the tools for the dance, which I have no need for but one must keep up appearances, and skip off for the tent.
The lights are off and the tent is dark as I enter the stage. I smile as my fingers ignite in a burst of blue and white flame, lighting the tent and then the music starts. Tilting my head back, my body sways like flame as I slowly run a finger in a line from my neck down to my stomach, leaving a trail of fire on my skin. As I raise my arms, a rope of fire drops from each hand and I begin to spin, circling myself in trails of flame…
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August 12th
Day 73
Just after dark
The dance show is thriving since I started and the pudgy little manager is beside himself with joy over the money he is raking in because of me. The other dancers would hate me of course, if I hadn’t persuaded them otherwise. Some I still encourage though, just to keep things interesting. Besides, I don’t cut into their shows and despite their amusing and sometimes painful attempts to learn, none of them can handle fire quite as well as I can. Funny that.
Usually I’m out front, smiling in my revealing costumes, convincing the poor clueless patrons to come inside the tent and inducing them to pay for more private shows with the girls later. Since my style show is new and not done every day it tends to draw more people and this is one of the slower nights of the week so tonight, I agreed to dance. Before stepping out of my trailer, I summon an old Middle Eastern style dress for my performance. Leaving my hair down I grab my bag containing the tools for the dance, which I have no need for but one must keep up appearances, and skip off for the tent.
The lights are off and the tent is dark as I enter the stage. I smile as my fingers ignite in a burst of blue and white flame, lighting the tent and then the music starts. Tilting my head back, my body sways like flame as I slowly run a finger in a line from my neck down to my stomach, leaving a trail of fire on my skin. As I raise my arms, a rope of fire drops from each hand and I begin to spin, circling myself in trails of flame…
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