Page 3 of One for the Money
Alright, cool. But yeah, our bikers are incredible, we’ve got a contortionist, some jugglers…
Bobby:
Juggling? Sounds lame as fuck.
Jude:
Alright, you wanna come juggle some axes?
Bobby:
I stand corrected.
Jude:
But I think we’re best known for the Twisted Twins.
Bobby:
Oh, what’s so twisted? Do they fuck or something?
Jude:
…. No. They’re a blind folded, high-flying trapeze act put on by identical twins who are anything but.
Bobby:
Well, that’s almost as good.
Jude:
Anyways… We’re here for three nights only, and then we’re gone, so if you want to know more, you’ll have to come check out the show. Tickets are only thirty-five dollars.
Bobby:
Where are you set up?
Jude:
Goldcrest Fairgrounds.
Bobby:
Anything else my listeners should know about this hardcore Alpha entertainment?
Jude:
Yeah. Expect the unexpected, and come ready to have your limits tested.
Chapter 1
I’m not a liar,but I have been known to bend the truth a little when needed. And in my defence, this is a situation where the truth was not an option I could entertain.
I needed an escape, and I needed one fast.
Which is why I’m standing in what is usually the empty Goldcrest Fairgrounds, staring at a massive gray striped tent, with everything I own that is worth saving shoved into two carry-on-sized suitcases at my feet.
It’s a gorgeous day, a stark contrast to the tempest that brews within me, but at least it’s not raining. No one wants to start their new job soaked to the bone.
