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Ch 1: Hope you don't have a life!

The red seats were filled to the brim in the auditorium, excited chatter bouncing around as the woman on stage performed a series of complex flips through many fiery obstacles, earning a round of applause from the excited crowd. Phoenix stood on a burning pole, a huge grin on her face basking in the cheer from her audience before hoping down and doing a cartwheel at the front of the wooden stage.

"Thank you so much for joining me tonight! Unfortunately we are nearing the end of the show-" Boos from the crowd cut her off, causing a chuckle from the small woman. "Hey now, don't be sad! I've got one more special trick for you tonight, so keep your eyes on me!"

Stage hands quickly removed the fire props, leaving one flaming ring hanging from the ceiling. Phoenix took her seat on the prop, rising up into the air as more stage hands pushed what looked like a large glass bath full of nails, small knives, glass shards, and other sharp objects. As she performed a small dance, the audience slowly realising what was about to happen. Some screamed in support while others against, some quickly took out their phones to film, some were on the edge of their seats watching and waiting for the inevitable. Phoenix stood up on the ring, and with a slight wave, her body twisted and fell. The sudden silence between when Phoenix fell vs when she hit the ground was so jarring that it was like getting hit by an overweight cyclist. Phoenix hit the bed of sharp objects with a loud crash, and the crowd held their baited breath as they waited for her to rise with her signature smile.

But she didn't.

Murmurs turned to whispers turned to chatter turned to yelling. Chaos erupted from the crowd, yelling cries of concern to even snide remarks of her poor performance. This particularly irritated a dark haired woman near the front row, who had been a huge fan of Phoenix's magic performances ever since she was a child. She had utter faith in her idol. With an intense stare, she looked at the seemingly lifeless body in the tub of sharp items.

Get up.

Get up.

"SHUT UP!"

Her booming voice filled the theatre, somehow silencing the restless crowd, her face slightly red from her yelling and embarrassment. That feeling was short lived however, as the young woman looked back towards the stage and gasped, as Phoenix was standing up twirling a clean knife in her hand and flicking a strand of blue hair over her shoulder. With all the noise, nobody had noticed the performer rise again. A huge round of applause was given to the magician, so loud it could be heard outside the theatre. With her signature smile, Phoenix waved and exited the stage as the velvet curtains closed.

The young woman, Rain, sat back down letting the whole crowd leave before her. As well as not wanting to be recognised as the woman who yelled, she just liked being alone in silent theatres. It was nice after such a buzzing crowd, to unwind after such an amazing show. With a sigh, Rain leaned back and closed her eyes. Silence was a rare gift for the girl, and it was one she would not use a gift receipt to return.

"Excuse me."

Rain jolted up, turning around to see a strange male behind her. He was well dressed, wearing a clean yet casual outfit with a blazer and a fedora. For such a comedic item of clothing, the man made the hat look good. The lighter coloured clothing complemented his darker complexion, but the most striking part of his appearance was his eyes. One was a rich brown colour, the other a brilliant green, each eye a writer wouldn't hesitate to come up with many metaphors to describe. He stared at her very intently, and for a little too long. Rain coughed. "Uh, hey."

"This is the show for Flight of the Phoenix, correct?"

Rain raised an eyebrow. "Uh, yeah? But the show just ended."