One Shot Saturday!

Colin Cloud

POV: Amelia Smith

Every single person is a book. Each one interesting and unique. He taught me to read them.

Two year prior:

I was sitting waiting for the train to work when a strange man approached me, hands behind his back. He had dark hair, a tall stature, wore a three pieced suit, and had his eyebrows raised.

"Excused me," he began. "But I can't help but notice, you have experience working in the technical field of performances." He told me, messing with his hands. I furrowed my eyebrows, but nodded.

"Yes, actually, how did you know?" I asked, leaning forward towards him. My interest was peaked enough for me to actually pay attention.

"You also want to get out of here. Want to see the world beyond a small England town." The man was obviously Scottish, and was confusing me more than normal Scotts. "Well, what if I say that I can help you with that if you help me?" He asked, continuing to mess with his fingers, moving them back and forth without realizing it, like a mental tick of sorts. He wasn't sane by my standards.

My standards were closed by my family and few friends and my own introverted views. I never liked people. I preferred to be left alone to play with a new program or fix something electronic.

"Okay, mate, I want answers now." I demanded, staring him straight into his green eyes. He smiled, his right eyebrow raising again. Another odd tick.

"I'm a deductionist. I'm like Sherlock Holmes, or at least the closest thing to him." He explained, making gestures with his hands as he explained. I nodded, understanding a little of what he was saying and therefore how he knew what I did for a living. "I have a live show I do. My tech just had to leave shows. I'm down a person, if you're interested." He propositioned, smiling a bit.

I sighed, taking a pen out of my jacket pocket. I grabbed his left hand, knowing that it won't come off his left hand as easily as his right. I jotted down my number quickly.

"Message me the details and we'll see." I then stood up and walked onto my train.

I was crazy enough and took the job. Within a few hours noticed, I was packed up for a four month tour, giving my precious Corgi a kiss on the head before hugging my roommate and leaving for a four month tour with Colin Cloud, as I learned the man's name was. The Deductionist.

By the time I had arrived at the venue, the Scottish man was running around the stage, practically bouncing off the walls, then cursing a few moments later over not being allowed to say something. He was looking around the room for something, but then, his eyes fell on me.

"I know, I'm absolutely bonkers." He told me with a happy grin directed my way. I smiled back, laughing slightly as he jumped off the stage, making his way over to me. "So, Miss. Smith, welcome to the crew. We have an extra bunk ready so, I can really quick take you to the tour bus and show you around." His fast pace and long strides made it difficult to keep up. And he talked even faster. "So, got everything, Miss. Amelia?" He checked with me. I nodded even though I hadn't been able to keep up since we left the bus.

I had put my stuff in my bunk already, so I was set there, and he had shown me the venue. I was going to get lost. I was clumsy enough and had enough trouble paying attention already.

"Uh, where's the sound booth, again?" I asked, trying to find where my element was at least. He nodded, grabbing my hand and pulling me over side of the stage where a sound booth was nestled back in the corner.

"This is where you will be. This is your element, so I will leave you to know what to do I'm hopeless here." He told me, smiling before walking away onto the stage to talk to the man who was instructing others on what to do. I sighed and began to look over the panel. I sighed in relief. Back in my element, and I didn't need anybody to lead me there. About twenty minutes later, Colin came back over to me, grinning like the Cheshire Cat.