Infinite Gravity (Zero Rises)

SBW (2)

The line to the Tent of Telepathy was big. Luckily, Melody was the Mayoress, and as much as she didn't want to use that to get ahead in line, her own citizens let her and her kids through. She smiled gently and thanked them. Bill was very happy about the situation, especially when he hates waiting in line.

Bill had wanted to take a better look at the Tent, having caught in the details of the purple cloth that rose into the air over the brick building, making it look like an actual tent, though keeping the normal building things, like electricity, heating. His eyes stopped on the firm pole at the top, where a white crescent moon with an eye on the centre was standing. His head hurt at staring at the symbol for too long — the painful feeling of familiarity returned. He shut his eyes tightly, grunting as his hand instinctively went to his forehead.

A comforting hand went to his shoulder. "Are you two okay?"

Bill opened one of his eyes to look at Melody. "Yeah—" he paused, processing her choice of words. He turned to Will, noticing he put both hands over his eyes and grit his teeth. "Bro? You okay?"

Will put his hands away from his face, tears in the corner of his eyes. "Y—Yeah. . . Just a headache. . ."

"Are you two sure we can watch the show tonight?" Melody asked. "We can go home if you aren't feeling—"

"No!" Bill noticed how loud he said it, clearing his throat. "I mean, no, my bad," he grinned at Melody. "I can watch it! I'm fine." he looked at Will. "Unless you're not doing well, bro?"

Will shook his head. "I'm fine," he wiped his tears. "We can watch the show."

"Do you need any medicine?" Melody asked.

"No, no," Will smiled softly. "But thank you."

Bill stared at the entrance with his arms crossed. They've had those headaches since they were four, no medicine ever helped them. Most of the times, their parents just told them to suck it up. They often took their parents' money and went to doctors on their own to try finding out what was going on with them, but nobody ever managed to figure out. The twins just gave up and learned to deal with the pain — Bill dealt with it better than Will, who seemed to somehow have double the headache sometimes.

Staring at the entrance only made Bill's impatience grow, to the point where he was tapping his foot on the sidewalk. He turned to his brother and Melody. "Where should we sit? At the front? The middle? Not the back, please, the back is never a good place!"

"Not the front either!" Will shivered. "Imagine if the performer decides to choose volunteers? They always choose someone from the front!"

"We can get a middle seat," Melody calmed the two. "How about the corner, so we don't get seen? I can stay at the very end of the corner, Will stays between me and Will and Bill gets to be the closest to the middle."

"I like that!" Bill grinned.

"Me too."

Finally, finally, the line started moving. Bill held his brother's wrist as the twins followed Melody inside of the building, their eyes adjusting to the electric lighting. Will's eyes glinted and he discretely pointed at the wall. Bill turned to the wall. It painted dark purple with small white stars drawn everywhere, the four phases of the moon drawn like cardinal points: Full Moon on the North, Crescent Moon on the West, New Moon on the South and Gibbous Moon on the East. He pulled out his phone (a gift from the Mayoress) and took a picture. Down the entrance hall, the doors of the showroom — with purple decorative curtains — stood open, with a man collecting tickets at the entrance.

"Mayoress!" the man grinned. "What a wonder to see you tonight!"

Melody smiled. "Hello there." she turned to the twins. "Boys, meet Bud Pleasure," she gestured to him. "The host's father." she turned back to Bud. "Those are Bill and Will. They are under my care."