Alexander Andrew smiled as he looked out at a see of smiling little faces. It was a fake smile, the kind you wore when your insufferable boss told the same shitty joke for the 17th time at the holiday party. Andrew hated doing school shows, there was nothing more he hated in the entire magical business then entertaining snot nosed kids. And it wasn’t so much the kids he hated, they just happen to be the ones he saw at this very moment. It was the parents, god forbid if little Timmy or Sandra get scared at one of the bigger more dramatic illusions. Christ almighty he had to pare down half his repertoire just to keep from getting sued at these venues. The biggest trick he felt safe performing was a girl to animal routine that he had picked up ages ago, and hadn’t performed in at least five years.
But he wasn’t exactly in a position to turn down gigs. His magical career, such as it was, was still just a sideline to his day job of being a bank representative. And when a b