The Travelers Wish (The Wattys 2016)

Chapter 2

I climbed the steps into my trailer and slumped down onto my chair.

I pulled a batman comic book out from under my butt, and set it on my little table atop my other various books and such.

I had about 45 minutes till the dance spectacle of the show,which I danced in, just enough time to watch a Teenage mutant ninja turtle episode on my laptop, as I don't have television in my trailer.

I don't know what is do without Netflix... I told myself.

I got up and walked to my little glass cabinet where I kept all my important things that I don't want to lose, because with my ADD its very easy to forget where you place things.

I opened it, reached inside and grabbed a white plastic bag that had the end neatly folded over.

It was the bag I kept my collection of TMNT DVDs, because what I couldn't watch on Netflix or YouTube, I bought at various video stores.

I smiled as my hand brushed past my classic collection, even though you can find most of the 80s episodes online I still liked having hard copies to watch when the show pulled into middle of "nowhereville" towns with no wifi or reception. I pulled out my latest bought DVD, the second half of season 1, of the new version that Nick brought back last year.

I gently traced the cover with my finger tips, then neatly folded the bag back into the glass cabinet, put my laptop in my lap and lost myself in "The Pulverizer".

My face in a huge grin as I closed my laptop. I always felt all "feelsy" and amazing whenever I watched any version of that show.

I'd been a fan from literal infancy, it makes me beyond happy.

I stood up and stepped into my bedroom part of my trailer, slid the wooden door shut behind me, and peeled my costume off my body, carefully as not to hook a rhinestone in my fishnet stockings, as getting that undone without ripping or tearing anything isn't fun.

I spotted several indents in my stomach and back from sitting in my pearled corset, I reminded myself to change first next time instead of watching an episode or reading a book first.

I changed out of my dark tan fishnets and slid my classic broadway black ones over my tan tights.

I pulled my red and white tuxedo styled leotard costume on.

The tail always reminded me of a penguin.

Next I unpinned headpiece, then my long brown pony tail wig, and let my natural curly brown hair fall onto my shoulders, scrunched it with some mouse, and pinned some pieces up.

Put on my long black gloves, slid on the cuffs to my wrists, and threw my black silk robe over my wardrobe. (It is bad luck for the audience to see the costume before the act, there for most show folks wear robes over there costumes prior to their act.)

I stepped outside and walked to the backstage area inside the tent.

I was greeted by the sight of the other 6 showgirls, dressed in almost identical black and white versions of my outfit.

They were hanging around the shows new juggler, Alex while he practiced a part of his routine, tossing large rings into the air, while bouncing a basketball on his head.

You could tell they were fawning over him.

Even Sarah, who was only 14, seemed taken with him.

Jugglers just have an air about them.

He was in his twenties, arms toned from years of juggling. Any money he was from South America.

Argentina, Peru, someplace like that.

His hair obviously dyed bleach blonde,

Styled straight up.

"Girls, are you ready?" I said, snapping them out of the daze.

"We're on after this act, and it's almost over."

They started putting on there shoes, and adjusting there costumes.

Alex caught each ring in his hands and with little effort bounced the ball off his head into his box of props.

He looked me up and down and grinned.

"Hello"

"Uhh hi" was all I could respond as I was busy awkwardly adjusting my top.

The thing you need to know about most jugglers is, they are complete players and must be avoided at all costs.

Sure most of them are complete dolls, with great hair and butts to boot, but they will cheat on you with the first townie groupie girl they meet.

I could here the horse act music coming to a close, I stepped behind the curtain, but off to the side so as not to be trampled by the 6 magnificent white Arabians that came through the curtain.

I could here the ringmaster announcing the trainer for her final bow.

I reached for the rack, uh oh...

"My hat, Steve where is my hat?!"

My rhinestone encrusted fedora wasn't on the rack.

"Shit shit" the 12 year old curtain boy cussed.

"Here I got it, I got it"

He said as he reached under his chair, and handed it to me.

Just in time, the Ringmaster started to sing slowly.

"There's No business, like show business"

I slid through the curtain into the dark ring.

On cue with the music the spotlight crew lighted the solo spotlight, as I began to dance to the jazz in his voice.

"Like no business I know"

I twirled with as much seductiveness, as was probably allowed in the 194o's

I posed, hand on my hat head facing down, during the pause in the music.

The music changed, a more modern beat began to emit from the huge black speakers.

His key changed

"There's no people, like show people"

The curtain opened rapidly and out popped the rest of the showgirls.

"Like no people I know"

As we began dancing more modernly in unison I thought to myself how much I loved the remix we did to this song.

We finished in the traditional showgirl kick line.

(no matter what century it is you still simply must finish with it)

As I walked back through the curtain I handed my hat back to Steve.

"Make sure that's always on the rack next time ok?"

He nodded.

Alex was still back there, grinning smugly at me.

"Whatever"

I muttered to myself as I put back on my black robe and walked away.

Hopped back into my trailer and quickly changed into my long red sequined dress, for the finale of the show, where each performer takes a final bow, and receives applause.

After avoiding Alex and almost tripping over Steve on my way in, I finished the finale.

Walked back to my trailer and changed back into regular clothes.

I still had about 3 hours till the beginning of the 2nd and final show of the night.

To tired to cook, I decided to order a pizza.

(Yeah ironic I know, the Ninja Turtle fan loves pizza, it's delicious, don't judge me.)

I made a few calls and found a place that, would deliver to the Fairgrounds that the show was working on.

It took me a while to convince the pizza guy on the phone that I was not drunk and that I really needed a meat lovers pizza delivered to the camper parked behind the elephants.