"I think we found the club," Jake yelled as we walked in the door.
I could barely hear him because the music was so loud. We walked in on what looked like a club circus. There were acrobats and stunt people everywhere.
"I thought this was an art gallery."
"I did too. Let's try to find everyone else or at least Pimento so that we can figure out what is going on."
"JAKE AMY you made it."
"Well that was easy, but where is he." Pimento sounded like he was right near us but then nowhere to be found.
Then from the ceiling dropped Pimento.
"You came from," I could not finish I just pointed at the ceiling.
"The sky yes. I have become a performance artist. Trapeze is my specialty but I will do anything from sitting in a box to honestly anything."
"We also thought this was an art gallery."
"It is my performance art and I do dabble in sculpture and paint just look all over the walls."
"Quick question,"
"Shoot."
"Did you just start this as a way to impress Rosa?"
"Maybe." Then someone reached down and grabbed him by the hair and he went back to flying." "I'll seeeee you guys." "Wow I mean at least he is not doing crazy things," Jake said.
"Jake he is flying through the air and said that he does performance arts which can be dangerous."
"It's not like ripping out peoples tongues or running from the mob or things like that."
"Jake it is Pimento he always is going to do crazy."
"At least he is making a name for himself. Most artists are crazy anyway."
"Jake most artist would be offended. If we are going to stay let's go get a drink. I do not know how much more I can handle this sober."