I've had this idea for a story in my head for a while. I felt that it needed to get started. Harvest King and Hamilton are from Animal Parade.

"Welcome to the most amazing show on earth!" The announcer's voice was loud and boisterous as always. "The amazing talents of Cleo and Josette!" Loud clapping followed that announcement. A thick cloud of smoke provided by a machine billowed across a barely lit stage. From the darkness a girl with platinum blond curls emerged. Her bright red dress was cut low revealing ample cleavage, and barely covered her ass. Her full lips were painted to match her dress, and she wore four inch stilettos. The crowd cheered upon seeing her. She stepped up to the microphone and started singing in a sultry voice. Behind her was another beautiful girl wearing a similar outfit in silver. The electric guitar strapped around her neck emanated sounds of pure rock. The guitarist had a thick mane of bright red hair that tumbled down her back in sexy waves. Green eyes smoldered as she looked toward the crowd.

"Cleo! Cleo! Cleo!" The crowd chanted. The blonde haired singer knew exactly what the crowd was looking for. She held her hands high above her head and sparks of fire came shooting from her fingertips, forming a perfect circle of fire in the air. The crowd roared with excitement.

"Josette! Josette! Josette!" The crowd chanted again. The red head sauntered forward and seamlessly handed her guitar to the blonde and jumped into the air. Silvery wings emerged from her back as she flew through the fiery hoop. The hoop turned to ice and shattered over the crowd, who once again roared their excitement. More tricks and stunts were maneuvered by the duo as they performed their complete set of fifteen songs. The crowd gasping and applauding with each trick. They were certainly a crowd pleaser.

OOOOO

After the show the two girls were sitting in their small trailer. The blond walked over to the mirror and slipped off the wig she was wearing. Her true hair color was a golden blond color that was actually quite stunning, but their manager had wanted the platinum blonde curls. She started un-Cleoing herself as she called it. Claire Demonte hated wearing this getup every day, but it's what people liked. She smiled at her twin sister, Jill, who was pulling off her wig as well. Jill's mahogany colored hair was tightly wound into a low bun so it would be well hidden. Jill disliked the getups even more than Claire.

"Ya ever just want to leave this all behind?" Claire asked, as she wiped away layers of makeup that had been coated on her face.

"All the time," Jill answered. "In fact I've been thinking about that a lot lately. With Mom gone, there's really no reason to keep doing this anymore. I mean we started this to make money so we could find a cure..." Her throat constricted with emotions that were still raw. Their mother had been their rock, their support through all the craziness.

"Yeah," Claire replied. She pulled out the silicone bra inserts. So much costuming for such a short show.

"You know..." Jill said. "Remember that last city we were in Salisburg?"

"Vaguely," Claire answered. "They're all starting to blur together these days."

"There was a farm for sale in one of the newspapers. Remember how much we loved mom's farm?" Jill asked.

"Yeah," Claire replied. She smiled as she thought of growing up on the farm. Such a far cry from where they were now, traveling around in a dingy tour trailer, with a creepy manager who thought of them only as cash cows. He exploited their powers and used them for entertainment. Being children of the Harvest King, the twins had always been different. For years they hid their abilities, but when their mother had grown ill and the money from selling the farm ran out, they had come up with a plan to use their powers to make money.

Hamilton Blake their manager had jumped on the opportunity, and created Cleo and Josette. The girls doubted he even remembered their real names, or what they really looked like for that matter. As a part of the deal, they had to always be "in costume" while in public. For three years now, no one had ever seen the real Claire or Jill.

"So?" Jill asked. "What do you think?"

"Let's do it!" Claire squealed with excitement.

OOOOO

Hamilton Blake was a rather awkward man. He was shaped like a large ball with tufts of gray hair coming out the top and sides of his head. He had a button like nose and thin lips. His entire life he'd been ignored, until he found Cleo and Josette. They had been his salvation. The girls had become an overnight sensation. He had reaped the rewards. Hamilton stared at the sexy brunette laying naked in his bed asleep. A woman like that would have normally never looked twice at him, now they were falling all over him. He sighed. This was the good life.

Hamilton hummed to himself lightly. The woman he'd brought back to his trailer had pleased him greatly the night before. He was headed over to bring his stars some coffee. By ten in the morning usually the girls had their "costumes" on. When Hamilton reached the trailer he saw a note taped to the door. He ripped it off hastily, and read it.

"Dear Mr. Blake,

We thank you for the years you've helped us, but we feel our time in the limelight is done. Best luck in your endeavors!

Sincerely,

J & C"

Hamilton stared at the offensive paper in his hand. Shock, turned to anger, turned to hatred! How could those ungrateful girls just leave like that! He knew he should have gotten a contract with them! He cursed under his breath. He knew without the two girls, his glamorous lifestyle was all but over.