As WSasuke became aware of the numerous amount of eyes upon him the scene in his mind's eye shifted. He was a matador in the bull pen! An actor on Broadway! A Big Mac in a McDonald's commercial centered around Big Macs! And with this realization came the presence of stage fright. However, WSasuke was no stranger to uncertainty and trepidation; his mother was an alcoholic, but, unlike most heavy drinkers she wasn't a happy drunk or a mean drunk, she was a directorous drunk. He was constantly forced to act in her drunken fantasies, and when the script is written by the person who buys your food you read it even in front of a very large crowd when you were such a young boy. And I mean it's not like your father helps either, he's too interested in his work so he can "escape" the situation at home. If he really cared then he would have gone to family therapy like his few friends had suggested. But oh no, therapy was a thing for women and gays, he could never accept himself if he attended a "remedial healing session," as his drunkard wife had put it. Unfortunately that left his son to be raised by the only woman who could have possibly been the best salsa dancer in the world if not for her damnable metal liver. It always clanked and clunked so no one could hear the music in the back, and the music is what makes the dance! And yes, WSasuke felt like that at this moment, as if he had a metal liver and it was attracting the attention of every salsa dancer who ever danced on hot salsa, and not the pansy "just-for-the-taste" salsa, but the hot stuff that you can't eat unless you have built yourself up to that level.
There lay the burlap sack. Limp and lifeless and where was Sakura? Gone. The magician had done it again! He had spirited away her beautiful long leg hair to a place where it would not ever be hurt again. And when everyone was expecting the scene to be winding down, a golem of the rock persuasion grabbed WSasuke and flew away into the sunset.