Here's the next section! So far, this story is still in the "ideas coming out too fast/pre-writing" part of my mind. So, right now, I'm looking for as much criticism as possible. I haven't even done character outlines yet, either.
I've also got a better idea for my prologue, to make it more creative, instead of my blunt, direct, telling, info-dumpy one I've got now. It's going to be fun to write, and once I actually get the chance to WRITE it, I'll repost it, so whoever reads this can look forward to that soon.
It's a short chapter, and I know I'm a blunt writer, so be harsh!!
So, without further ado, after my giant interlude, here's Chapter 1!:
“C’mon! Stop scowling, it isn’t very attractive, you know,” I stated over my shoulder, almost dragging Gabe out of the car. He was pouting like a seven year old.
“Who ever said I wanted to be attractive? You can’t make me get out of this car!” Gabe replied, folding his hands up against his chest, so as to actually look like a seven year old.
“Ugh! You are really immature sometimes, you know that, don’t you?! Besides, it’s going to rain in about three minutes, and the magic show’s going to be going on for hours! Unless you want to be freezing your butt off out here, I suggest you come with me, into the nice, warm auditorium,” I attempted to coax.
He paused for a minute, and then looked at me suspiciously. Before he looked a way, I used my special weapon.
“No! Don’t you pull that on me! You know I can’t resist your Bambi eyes! I won’t go. I’m putting my foot down, Ady. I’m serious. I’ll wait until it’s over. I will not go,” He replied stubbornly.
Two minutes later, we were running for the auditorium entrance, trying to beat the rain.
“Oh, faster, faster! It’s coming down!” I yelled, pouring on speed.
“How would you know!?” Gabe yelled back, breathing heavily.
“My rain sixth-sense, remember?” I stated.
“Oh, how could I forget!?” He yelled at me sarcastically.
“Too late,” I stated softly. We were going to be soaked. The first drops were falling.
“Augh! Run!” I screamed, running faster. Gabe had felt the drops, too, and matched my speed.
We started laughing- for no apparent reason. It was what we did; when something went wrong, we’d look at the situation as any other would, realize how funny it was, and laugh.
We burst through the auditorium, laughing maniacally, shaking off all of the water we had just absorbed. We beat the rain just in time.
I closed my eyes and breathed in. “You smell that? It’s the best smell in the world.” I let the sound of the rain hitting the roof wash over me. I didn’t know what it was, but rain felt like a part of me, like half of who I was.
“You are so weird,” Gabe said to me, looking like I’d gone crazy.
“Yeah, look who’s talking,” I retorted, sticking out my tongue.
“Quit complaining, will you? We’re here and that’s final!” I whispered furiously at him.
“Well, I don’t want to be here!” He whispered back. The show was about to start.
“So what else is new?” I shot back, sitting down in my seat. I looked around.
The room was colossal. There were several thousand people in the room, waiting on the edge of their seats to see these magicians. There were lights dispersed every few feet on the walls to our left and right. The stage was in front of us, and was at least a hundred yards wide. We were seated in the middle of the room, and still the stage was about two hundred yards away from us. People were chatting idly about their lives to their family and friends, making the sound in the room blaring. The place was packed.
“I’ve never seen so many people show up for a magic show before. There are literally people standing at the back. The place is over-booked!” I stated excitedly.
“Great,” He stated, uninterested.
Gabe sat there and sulked, while I was literally bouncing in my seat with anticipation when the lights dimmed slightly, and a voice boomed out of the speakers interspersed throughout the room.
“Ladies and Gentlemen, put your hands together for the amazing Saturninus family of magicians!” The voice had that annoying way of drawing out the words, like an announcer from a football game would.
The room felt like it was shaking, it was so loud. I couldn’t even hear Gabe beside me as four teens stepped from behind the curtains and onto the stage. The noise level was far from being safe. I felt almost as if my eardrums would pop.
There were four of them; two girls and two boys. And they were no older than I was. Gabe and I turned to each other, blinking. He looked at me questioningly. I shook my head in astonishment. I caught his question in his gaze. Did you know they were so young?
The only thing I knew was that we were in for a really big show.
Heh. I hope the title is starting to make more sense now...
