"Calm down, everyone! One at a time! I promise you'll all get an autograph!"
It was just after nine, and the final show of the night had just ended at the Wonder Bar. As per usual, the place was packed with fans of all ages, each of them having come to see Trucy Wright. Now the crowd was circling around the young girl, wanting autographs.
"Wow, thank you so much, Miss Trucy!" Cried the little eight year old girl who had just asked Trucy to sign her magic wand that had been purchased from the gift shop. "I wanna grow up to be a magician just like you!"
Trucy giggled at the little girl. "Well, I'm certain you'll be an amazing magician someday. But you'll need the right stuff." Trucy then conjured her magic panties from thin air before reaching inside and producing another magic wand and handing it to the girl. "This is a REAL magic wand. The ones they sell in the shop are all for show. Use this, and maybe someday you and I can perform on the same stage."
The little girl's mouth was agape as she accepted the gift from Trucy. She then immediately tossed her arms around the teenager. "Thank you so much! I'll use it and be the best magician ever, you'll see!"
The little girl's parents finally managed to pry her away from Trucy and then family left. Trucy took a quick look around to see if any other people wanted autographs. She noticed only one person who seemed to be making his way toward her. She couldn't quite place it, but the young man seemed familiar.
They boy, who had dark black hair and a serious face, was dressed in a red hoodie and wore a pair of blue jean shirts. He stepped up to Trucy, holding what appeared to be a carton of milk. "Hey," He said. "That was… a cool show."
"Oh, thanks a lot!" Trucy said, tipping the brim of her top hat. "Did you want me to sign something?"
The boy's face didn't change as he replied. "No. I don't ask for autographs. I give them."
Trucy put her hands on her hips. "What do you mean you give them?"
"Wow, you actually don't recognize me? That's new." The boy said.
Trucy tilted her head to the side, examining the boy in more detail. He did seem very familiar. It wasn't until he took a swig from his carton of milk that Trucy figured out. She gasped and put a hand to her mouth. "Oh my God!" She cried. "You're John Marsh! The famous actor!"
"Took ya long enough." John said, his face barely register any emotion at all.
Trucy puffed out her cheeks. "Ya don't have to be such a jerk about it. But seriously, I can't believe you came to see my show! I love your movies! The Steel Samurai vs The Mighty Moozilla is my favorite movie ever!"
"You actually like that train wreck? That was some of worst work to date." John replied.
"Don't say that!" Trucy said, not even noticing that the two of them had now begun to walk side by side out the door of the Wonder Bar. "Your performance was so great!"
The two of them continued to walk and talk for a bit before a growling sound broke through the air.
"You hungry?" John asked.
Trucy put a hand on her gut. "Yeah, hehe, didn't have a chance to eat before the show."
John remained silent for a moment before speaking up. "Ya wanna go get somethin' to eat? There's a noodle stand in the park nearby. My treat." His face still remained stoic.
Trucy gasped and put her hand to her mouth again. "John, a-are you asking-"
John suddenly put on a angry face and crushed his milk carton in his hand. "Look, do you wanna get something to eat or not!?"
Trucy was taken aback, but replied nonetheless. "Uh, y-yeah. Sure! Thanks a lot."
John turned away from the girl and began walking towards People Park. "Whatever."
Perhaps Trucy had been mistaken, but just before John turned away from her, she could have sworn she'd seen a blush staining his cheeks pink.