"So, you nervous?" Michael asked Racetrack. They had been practicing for
the entire week and although Race was good on the horses for a beginner, he
still wasn't as good as Michael and he knew it.
"Yeah I'm fine." Race answered as he watched Harold talk to the crowd. Tonight was his first performance and the idea scared him.
"Your friends are in the audience." Michael said as Chrys walked beside Race and nudged him gently.
"We're on in five minutes," she whispered. Race started to sweat in fear as Harold started to introduce them.
"Ladies and Gents. May I present to you, Racetrack and Chrystal!" Harold screamed. Race and Chrys ran in the middle of the ring and waited. Tenderfoot led their horses out and started them into a trot. Soon they picked up speed and the crowd was screaming.
"Okay, this is it Race," Chrys murmured. Quickly they ran towards the trampoline on the ground and jumped on the horses. Applause went through the tent as Race and Chrys did numerous tricks. Soon, the grand finale came up and Race inwardly groaned. They practiced this over and over, and yet Race still couldn't do it. Race took in a breath and they both stood up on the horse and held hands. The crowd jumped to their feet and clapped their hands loudly. Race was smiling and looking through the crowds. He saw Jack, David, Les, Kid, and Spot in the crowd and waved at them. Suddenly he spotted something out of the corner of his eye. Race looked in that direction and saw someone with a flaming bottle in his hand. His eyes widened in horror as the bottle was thrown at them.
"Look out!" Race screamed as the bottle broke. Screams erupted as the tent was engulfed in flames. Race quickly jumped off the horse and began to shove the horses out of the tent. The crowds ran towards the door. Soon, the entire tent was empty.
"Race! Go see if there's anyone else in the tent!" screamed Harold. Race ran back into the tent to look for anyone else. He walked towards the middle when suddenly someone dropped a net on him.
"Hey! Let me out!" Race screamed as he tried to get out.
"Not so fast!" a voice said. Race looked at where the voice was coming from and gasped. Standing in front of him were the Delancey brothers. Race began to struggle even more when suddenly, Oscar's fist came straight for his face. Race began to loose conscious. He tried to call for help but felt two pairs of arms pick him up and all became black.
(A/N: Okay this chapter was kind of crappy but I'm running out of ideas so give me some suggestions)
"Yeah I'm fine." Race answered as he watched Harold talk to the crowd. Tonight was his first performance and the idea scared him.
"Your friends are in the audience." Michael said as Chrys walked beside Race and nudged him gently.
"We're on in five minutes," she whispered. Race started to sweat in fear as Harold started to introduce them.
"Ladies and Gents. May I present to you, Racetrack and Chrystal!" Harold screamed. Race and Chrys ran in the middle of the ring and waited. Tenderfoot led their horses out and started them into a trot. Soon they picked up speed and the crowd was screaming.
"Okay, this is it Race," Chrys murmured. Quickly they ran towards the trampoline on the ground and jumped on the horses. Applause went through the tent as Race and Chrys did numerous tricks. Soon, the grand finale came up and Race inwardly groaned. They practiced this over and over, and yet Race still couldn't do it. Race took in a breath and they both stood up on the horse and held hands. The crowd jumped to their feet and clapped their hands loudly. Race was smiling and looking through the crowds. He saw Jack, David, Les, Kid, and Spot in the crowd and waved at them. Suddenly he spotted something out of the corner of his eye. Race looked in that direction and saw someone with a flaming bottle in his hand. His eyes widened in horror as the bottle was thrown at them.
"Look out!" Race screamed as the bottle broke. Screams erupted as the tent was engulfed in flames. Race quickly jumped off the horse and began to shove the horses out of the tent. The crowds ran towards the door. Soon, the entire tent was empty.
"Race! Go see if there's anyone else in the tent!" screamed Harold. Race ran back into the tent to look for anyone else. He walked towards the middle when suddenly someone dropped a net on him.
"Hey! Let me out!" Race screamed as he tried to get out.
"Not so fast!" a voice said. Race looked at where the voice was coming from and gasped. Standing in front of him were the Delancey brothers. Race began to struggle even more when suddenly, Oscar's fist came straight for his face. Race began to loose conscious. He tried to call for help but felt two pairs of arms pick him up and all became black.
(A/N: Okay this chapter was kind of crappy but I'm running out of ideas so give me some suggestions)
