Ace's return day 1

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by Navakuida

by Navakuida

I took a deep Breath. Today was my first performance in ehhh... 15 years? Has it been that long already? No matter... I should go set up some props for my show.

I walked down the "hall" I guess you could call it... more like a space between 2 oversized boxes, to a open room. I spotted a box of what I presume where the props I was looking for.

I opened the box and saw a sign, a few targets, and some leather gloves. I soon felt a hand in a silk glove on my shoulder.

"What are you doing, Ace? If possible, can I help?" The girl asked.

I stared into the box for a bit longer thinking "Just how does she have so much energy this early in the morning?"

I soon snapped back into reality by the girl shaking me lightly.

"Helloooo Ace? Are you okay?" She waved her hand in front of my face.

"Yeah, just thinking... And I think I will do just fine on my own... thank you for offering..." I trailed off.

"Okay! Have a good day!" She walked back into the hall.

"Candy, how do you have so much energy?" I thought again.

I finished setting up the sign outside of my tent room thing. It read: "no kids under 12 allowed in this tent"

Of corse it was for a good reason. My act is dangerous and I can't stand small children. Like, how are they always sticky, how are they so loud ALL THE TIME how do people deal with them?

I walked back down the hallway back into my room and looked in the mirror.
I was wearing a red oversized Hoodie and long sweatpants. I looked up and saw the clock, 8:49. How long was I lost in my thoughts?

It doesn't matter.

I put on my clothing for the show and walked back down the hallway.

People started pouring into the tent to see my show. If I wasn't nervous already, now I am.

◇timeskip◇

People were now filing out of the tent, some to see other performers acts, some to go the the bar and casino.

I would normally go but... candy has been telling me off about how much I drink. I don't blame her though.. I myself don't like how much I drink..
It not like I get violent... it's just not healthy.

I shouldn't be this tired... not at this hour... but maybe it's the lack of bright lights and the chattering at the casino and bar. May sound weird, but I always feel a bit more... alive I guess you could say

I rested my head on the pillow and slowly drifted off to sleep...