I watched from the edge of the stage as he ran through his act as if nothing had happened. The events of the previous night, though, still filled my mind.
I am not too old for my one-piece costume. I wear the name “Carney Girl” proudly as I perform my act. They might call him a comedic genius, but I do OK.
He crawled into the piano as usual, but then screamed my name. Heart pounding, I ran onto the stage. He popped out, a huge bouquet of roses in hand, and bowed gallantly. The crowd went wild.
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