Pen to the Paper 13: Season One Finale

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“And what is this suit supposed to add to tonight?” Nick asked.

“What? You don’t like it?” I asked, slowly spinning in a circle.

“No, no. It’s great. I was just wondering, you know?”

Nick checked his watch. “I think you have to go soon. Start things up.”

“Yeah, you’re probably right. And the answer is pizazz’”

“You don’t seriously plan to make that entrance, do you?”

“Nick, Nick, Nick… of course I do!” I said, bolting out of the trailer and rushing to my starting position, Nick trailing me closely, yelling.

“Get back here! Don’t you dare do it!” he yelled, nearly catching me with a dive towards my legs. I jumped over his arms just before they wrapped around my ankles and kept going.

Exasperated, he gave up and watched as I climbed the ladder speedily. I had been planning this entrance since Pen to the Paper 10… and now was my time to shine!

Reaching the top, I looked down from my platform high above the audience who were sitting Indian style in the middle of a large field. A small, wooden platform that I built myself sat in the middle of them. I was going to be making an entrance right in the center of the entire crowd. The center of attention--literally. Just like I hated.

Taking a deep breath, I spread my wings wide as fireworks blasted up from the stage. A smoke bomb went off on stage, hiding the entire thing.

I dove from my stand, wind catching beneath my arms. I steered towards the rapidly dissipating smoke, soaring through it and just over the heads of the audience. Some screamed, others ooo’ed, but most just stared in astonishment as I flew over their heads.

Doing a backflip mid-air, I headed back towards the stage. Landing on the stage, I stumbled, nearly falling over before stopping. “Hah! Hahah! I did it! I didn’t die and I’m uninjured!” Composing myself, I stood up straighter, flattened the feathers on my suit, tightened my tie, and shook my feather wings that were attached to my sleeves straight.

My suit was the greatest. It was made entirely from white feathers, with wings skillfully made to hang discreetly from my arms. I wore a red shirt underneath it with a pink tie that really just brought everything together.

Nick made a big deal about it, in fact I almost thought it was ridiculous like he poorly tried to hide. But, dang, I pull it off. No giggles, no laughs--just pure astonishment. Probably more so at my stunt than my suit, but still. It was like I was showing off the latest fashion--but it was actually good and not something ridiculous like a garbage bag.

“If you were wondering what I did with admission costs,” I said, “it’s for stupid stuff like this.”

More fireworks went off. A little delayed as they were supposed to go off when I landed, but better late than never.

“Welcome to Pen to the Paper 13! Can you believe it? Next month is a new year! A new season! This is the season one finale of Pen to the Paper!” I exclaimed.

The audience, finally breaking away from their astonishment, cheered loudly.

I took a deep breath, slowly spinning on stage, just taking everything in. “Beautiful,” I said. “Almost makes me want to cry.

“Don’t you worry. I didn’t get this suit made for a two-minute show. You’ll be seeing more of this next week. Have a blast! I look forward to reading the entries to the season finale!”