It was one of those embarrassing moments when you wish time would stop and you could restart the day. Not that Peter really wanted to restart his day, but hanging upside down over a tank of water wasn't how he planned to end his night. His arms were over his head and handcuffed and he silently prayed that his wig would stay on as he gently twirled around in a circle. He could hear the blood pounding in his ears along with the snickers of the audience and he glared down at Ginger, who was smiling up at him.
"Hang on, Mister Vincent, we nearly got it," the stage hand said above him as he lifted his head and growled at him. The rigging that was supposed to lift him up then over the tank then lower him into the tank had stalled and his ankles were started to grow numb from blood lose.
"Don't mind me. I'm just enjoying the view," he said while some of the audience laughed and he gently lowered his head, feeling a little dizzy as he did. Sighing, he started fiddling with the trick handcuffs until he felt a soft click and he opened the right handcuff then the left handcuff, tossing them down to Ginger. She caught the handcuffs in one hand as he spread his arms out and the audience cheered and applauded. "Now comes the fun part. How am I going to get down before I pee myself?"
"You have to pee?" one of the stage hands asked and Peter sighed, rolling his eyes.
"Yes!" he half shouted then looked down to see two stage hands carrying a ladder and he closed his eyes, wanting so badly to disappear. This was truly not a good night.
"Hang on, Sir, we'll get you down!" the stage hand said as they set up the tall ladder and the laughter from the audience filled his ears.
"Getting me down isn't the problem. I'm tied to the rope," he said, glaring at them.
"We're going to cut the rope then lower you down," the stage hand above him said and Peter widened his eyes.
"You better not miss," he softly growled as the stage hands climbed the ladder then the stage hand above him cut the rope and his heart lurched in his chest when the rope jerked after they caught the rope. Looking down at the other stage hands, Peter sighed as the rope was lowered and the stage hands gently grabbed hold of him, turning him right side up. Peter's legs felt rubbery as they helped him down the ladder and he smiled as the audience applauded. Suddenly Peter felt something as he looked down and the front of his leather pants was slowly turned black. "No."
"Peter?" Ginger asked while walking closer then looked at his leather pants and smiled. Closing his leather coat, she led him off the stage as he sadly smiled at her and they left the stage, heading for the dressing rooms.