The four girls who had been out drinking the previous night were rudely awoken the following morning by PA’s knocking on their doors telling them to get ready and that they were already falling behind schedule.

     Video feeds from inside each of the girls rooms were displayed in split screen. In Dahlia’s room, the blankets moved around lumpily, the corners being pulled in tighter as the knocking persisted.

     In Paxton’s room, the knocking caused her to sit upright, followed by unceremoniously flopping forwards. She looked over at her complete lack of arms, briefly freaking out for a moment, until she remembered last night’s previous events. As she stood up and shakily stumbled towards the bathroom, the tiniest bits of nubs could be seen starting to grow from her shoulders.

     Kacie didn’t bother to open her eyes, moving over to the hatbox that stored DJ Tetra’s head and swapping it out. As her other head went dormant, her head seemed to be chirping happily as she walked over to the bathroom, fresh clothes in hand to prepare for the day.

     Rachel sat up in bed, looking groggy but better than Paxton and Kacie had seemed, her body already completely refreshed. She walked over to the standing mirror in her pink, satin looking pajamas. As she stood there, the pajamas seemed to shift, briefly taking on a tone that more matched her flesh tone, as her pajama top became a pink tanktop, and her pajama bottoms a pair of blue jeans. Satisfied with her look, she walked out her bedroom door.

~~~

Darling Harbor

     Drake looked around nervously. “They’re late,” he commented.

     Drake, Martin, Natalie, and Olive were standing in a large gray brick courtyard on the water. From the way the shot was framed, a large fountain composed of a interweaving spiral pattern that sunk into the floor could be seen, various people playing around in it. Natalie looked very nervous, while Olive was munching away at a plastic sandwich baggy filled with trail mix, occasionally offering the bag to Natalie.

     “Don’t worry, they’ll be here,” Martin smiled, “Besides, our special guest seems to be running a little late anyways.”

     “You know, these things always seem to happen whenever she’s involved,” Drake sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose.

     “It’ll be fine,” Martin laughed. “I don’t know why you get so worked up about these sort of things.”

     “Easy for you to say,” Drake muttered, rolling his eyes.

     It was at this moment that the other contestants showed up, briskly walking over. Tetra and Rachel seemed absolutely fine, all signs of hangover more or less gone away. Dahlia seemed rather fine too, but she also had the foresight to bring along a pair of sunglasses to better mask her face.

     Paxton seemed the worst of the bunch. Her arms still hadn’t fully regrown, only having grown to slightly past her elbows, the process taking longer thanks to her unfamiliarity with restoration. Based on the pain on her face and the fact she was squinting her eyes, she clearly still had a massive headache.

     Olive rushed over, fawning over Paxton and helping straighten her clothes and hair, “Oh dear, are you feeling okay? Here,” She reached into her brown purse, pulling out a little Tylenol bottle, “take one of these, it’ll have you feeling right as rain,” she placed one of the little pills into Paxton’s hand, “Do you need any water, dear? How about some trail mix-“

     “I’m fine,” Paxton said hoarsely, graciously swallowing the pill, the tiniest, weakest smile crossing her face, “T-thank you.”

     “Okay dear, but you let me know if you start feeling a little woozy during the day. And here,” she reached into her purse pulling out a bottle of water, “make sure to be sipping on this. After all they say you need to drink eight glasses a day. And it might be a good idea if we get some sunscreen-“

     “*Ahem*” Drake fake coughed, breaking Olive’s concentration.

     “Oh, sorry,” Olive smiled, walking back with Paxton to where the other girls were waiting patiently.

     “Contestants!” Drake smiled a bureaucrat’s grin, “Today, we’ll be doing our first midweek task of season 3! But before I get into the details, just a friendly reminder. While the production team is allowing you to explore the city as you please, please arrive punctually to our planned events from now on. After all, we would have to get rid of this freedom.”

     The girls nodded solemnly as Drake continued, “In any event, we are still, unfortunately, waiting on our guest of honor to arrive-“

     “Sorry I’m late!” A woman shouted as she ran towards the ANGA crowd, wobbling from the massive trunk she was carrying with her.

     The woman was an Asian woman with long, straight black hair. She had on a black button down shirt, a black skirt with red, vertical stripes, a bright red bowtie, and and tiny little magician’s hat perched precariously on her head.

     “I’m so sorry!” she bowed profusely in apology, “First I had problem with customs trying to get into my bag, and then my flight got delayed, and then this jerk of a taxi driver wanted me to pay extra because- “

     “Rei!” Drake interrupted, subtly nodding towards the contestants, a fire in his eyes, “So good to see you! Why don’t you introduce yourself to our contestants?”

     “-Hm? Oh! Yes! Sorry!” Rei laughed, “Hey there girls, I’m Rei. But I’m sure you all know me already. After all, I was on here the last two season and I’ve sent you all multiple questions.” A light of recognition went on in most of the contestants head. As to be expected, Natalie was already fangirling when Rei had walked in, jumping up and down in place with excitement. “But for those of you who don’t know, I run a magic head shop, where we sell heads of all shapes and sizes.”

     “Great and-“

     “Well, that’s what I used to do anyways. Nowadays, I’ve been interested in getting back into the magician game! I’ve even got -“ As Rei continued to talk, the girls looked confused, as her mouth moved but no words came out. She seemed to get really passionate about it, and soon enough, her voice returns to her, “-and yeah. I hope you enjoy it.” She looked over to Drake in mock surprise, “Oops. Sorry Drake. I know you told me not to talk about that while I was on… Must have slipped my mind.”

     “No worries,” Drake smiled back to her, “it happens to the best of us. Just don’t let it happen again.”

     “Sure thing, I won’t mention-“ her voice cut out, before coming back in, “-again. Oops. Sorry.”

     “Why don’t you go ahead and introduce the task for the contestants?” Drake said politely.

     “Ooh! Sure thing!”

     Rei opened up her oversized trunk, reaching inside and impossibly pulling out a long folding table out, as she explained, “So, as I already mentioned, back in the day I used to be a magician. Well, it was mostly when I was much younger, but still I had a blast just going outside and doing magic. I was too young to apply for a magician’s license at the time, but thankfully you don’t need a license when all your doing is street performances.”

     Upon saying those words, a little blurb appeared at the bottom of the screen, explaining, ‘While magic licenses are not needed for acts classified as street performances, Channel 17 and ANGA Productions would like it to be known that all participants in this competition and appearing as guests have been permitted the appropriate license class, either fully or probationary, in accordance with the World Magic Organization’s requirements and guidelines for televised magic performance.’

     Rei continued undisturbed, pulling out six fancy hat boxes and setting them down on the fancy table. “As I got older and started shifting towards the retail head business, my very first store was a small cart I had purchased from a farmer to carry my heads around. I’d walk countless hours, in the blistering heat and through the harshest snows, trading and saving heads up so I could purchase a proper brick and mortar store.”

     Rei reached into her suitcase once more, pulling out an impossibly large cork-board, approximately the same length as her folding table. Flipping it around, the front had the logo for her store, with a small red banner across it that read, ‘One Time Australia Sale - Everything Must Go!’

     “The reason I told you all that is because your challenge this week is to capture the spirit of my youth. Each of you will be given a designated spot on this harbor, and your goal is to raise the most money possible. Whoever raises the most money wins!” Rei through her hands in the air, throwing confetti everywhere.

     “*Ahem*” Drake coughed.

     “Oh right. And obviously all of the money will be going to a charity,” Rei waved her hand around nonchalantly, “It’s my favorite one: Homes for Heads. They help lost heads find new bodies or homes that’ll take care of them.”
    “Great now-“

     “Oh! I almost forgot!” Rei smiled, walking down the row of hat boxes she had placed on the table earlier, opening them up and pulling their contents out, “I brought some heads along to help you out!”

     The six heads were a rather strange mix. There was one head with a bright pink mohawk and several lip rings. Another head had pale blue colored skin; bright red hair; long, fin-like ears; and a strange apparatus that looked like a collar filled with water around her neck. Yet another had six eyes (2 regular eyes, with slightly smaller eyes situated above and on the outside of these regular ones), and sharp fang-like teeth. The remaining three were a rather plain (in comparison) red-head, an elderly looking African American with white hair, and oddly enough a self-standing plain white sock puppet with googly eyes.

     “I brought along some heads to help you out! Obviously we used a lottery system to decide which heads would come along, but don’t worry people at home, because all of these heads will be available at my store after the show!” She picked up the mohawk’d head, “For instance, this here is Janet. She used to be a rockstar, but after she got carpal tunnel and couldn’t play the guitar anymore, she commissioned her head to me so that she could get the money to afford her surgery. And here,” she picked up the fish-girl head, “we have Erin. She’s part of the extended Atlantean royalty who-“

     “Rei!” Drake yelled, trying to get her attention, as he had been doing for the last minute or so. Snapping her out of her sales woman pitch.

     “Sorry, you know me,” Rei giggled, “Anyways! You’ve got an hour to prepare, and then until sundown to try and get as much money as possible. So get to it! And may the best assistant win!”

~~~

Natalie’s Stand

     “So, how long have you been a head at Rei’s shop for?” Natalie asked excitedly.

     “About two years now,” the redhead responded, “I decided to donate my head after I saw her on that first season of ANGA. It seemed like such a cool store that I had to check it out.”

 Natalie wrote her response down in a notebook. “And so does Rei hang out with you guys? What does she do during her down time?”

     “So, there’s a lot of heads in the store, so we don’t all always get to hang out with her,” The head responded, “She’ll usually try to get a large group of us together though every week to try and make sure that everything’s going fine and that we’re happy.” Natalie nodded along. “But unfortunately, since the store’s so big now, she’s been really struggling recently with running it by herself. That’s sort of why she started that whole ‘Intern Initiative’ thing last year after Season 2 of ANGA.”

     “Fascinating,” Natalie wrote her response down, “Thanks Cindy. Now, about-“

     “Shouldn’t you be focusing on the challenge by the way?” Cindy interrupted.

     “Normally, yes, but let’s be honest here. A challenge revolving around street performing, and one of the contestants is a famous DJ?” Natalie sighed, “It sort of seems obvious who’s going to win. Not really much point in trying.”

     “Well, it doesn’t hurt to try, though,” Cindy said.

     “Fair, we can start brainstorming ideas when you’re done answering my questions though,” Natalie grinned.

     Natalie’s barrage of questions would go on for another hour, and the brainstorming session after that another two. In the end, they managed to get only a few people to give them money, only by asking them directly for help in the competition show they were currently on.

~~~

Tetra’s Stand

     Tetra and Fig (the head with a mohawk) instantly bonded over the shared love of music, and in a few moments were already working together to create a playlist that would be able play to both of their strengths.

     In the meanwhile, Rei had snuck over to Tetra’s spot, observing the two from a distance for a bit, before walking over. When both of them were fully engrossed in the song mixing process and thoroughly distracted, Rei discreetly took out a tape measure and try to get some measurements of Tetra’s head.

     Of course though, it didn’t last for long, and soon Tetra looked up from her combination turntable/keyboard. “Hey Rei. What’s up?”

     “Hm? Oh nothing,” Rei lied, “Just seeing how you and Fig were getting along. Say, you know your head is really neat.”

     “Thanks,” Tetra blushed, two little rosy red spots appearing on her front facing screen.

     “Have you ever considered selling it?” Rei asked, backtracking as Tetra reached up defensively, “Or maybe selling copies of it?”

     “I don’t think I could do that,” Tetra said. “After all, my head’s sort of my whole identity. If I sold it, it wouldn’t be as special to me.”

     “Well, that’s a shame to hear,” Rei said, sounding downtrodden before perking up, “but understandable I suppose. Although trust me, you could make an absolute killing selling your head design. I’ve never seen anything so well integrated with magic before.”

     “Yeah, Joel’s brilliant at this sort of stuff,” Kacie smiled.

     “Could you give me his number?” Rei asked, “I’d love to commission something from him.”

     “I mean… Nothing against you Rei, but we haven’t known each other that long, and Joel’s really secretive about that sort of stuff-“

     “No worries,” Rei laughed, “It doesn’t hurt to ask though,” and with that Rei walked away, leaving Tetra and Fig to finish building their set.

     After practicing for several hours, and with sundown fast approaching, Tetra and Fig began their concert, gathering a truly impressive crowd. They played a variety of music that played to their two strengths, with complex instrumentals and loud rock classics.

     To close out their set, Fig sang a truly haunting rendition of ‘Walking on Air’ by King Crimson (a song she had recommended Tetra use), her melancholy vocals tugging at the heartstrings (and wallets) of the people in the audience as a hat was passed around.

~~~

Olive’s Stand

     “-And that’s when Henry went and threw out his hip trying to lift the dang thing out of the snow,” Olive and the elderly African American head she had been partnered with laughed. “Needless to say, he had my son Mason clean the back porch from then on.”

     “Ah, that reminds me of ol’ Bill,” the head said from her position on the park bench the two were sitting on. “He always used to scream when the kids were out of the house, ‘Gretchen, there’s a spider in the bathroom. Could you get it for me?’”

     “Oh yah?” Olive laughed.

     “Oh yeah. Bill was also was so brave around the kids, but as soon as they’re gone, it’s up to little ol’ me to save the day again.”

     “Oh yah,” Olive nodded, “I sometimes wonder why Henry seems cold, but then I remember why every time my mother-in-law comes to town.”

     The two laughed, and continued on with their conversation.

     Unfortunately for Olive, the two managed to talk for several hours sharing stories about their families and friends, and by the time she realized that she was supposed to be competing in a competition, she didn’t have enough time to properly think of an idea for getting donations beyond the few she managed to get from asking politely.

~~~

Paxton’s Stand

     Paxton stood there fully concentrating on the small ball of fire floating in her hands. A passerby (an elderly gentleman wearing a salmon color polo, beach shorts, a flat cap and socks with sandals) happened to notice, watching as Paxton began to slowly shift the fire ball around, passing it from one hand to the next.

     “Wow, that’s pretty cool!” The man said.

     Paxton, shocked by the complement, had her concentration broken, the fire ball quickly dissipating. “Oh drat. Sorry about that,” the man said. He stuck around for a bit, as Paxton tried to re-enter her state of focus, but after a couple of minutes of failure, he left.

     Paxton sat down next to the head with aquatic features. “Ugh. See Bess. I’m hopeless.” She lied down, “I might as well just tell Drake to send me home this weekend and not even bother having the competition.

     “Hey now,” Bess replied in return, her voice having a strange warble-like effect, and bubbles being produced in her collar as she spoke, “You were doing great there for a while. You just need to keep working on it.”

     “But that’s not going to exactly win us the challenge,” Paxton sighed.

     “Well, do you have any other talents?” Bess asked, “Technically speaking, Rei never said your performance had to be magic based.”

     “None,” Paxton sighed, “My mom wanted me to play Oboe in High School, but I managed to convince her to let me take art instead.”

     “So can you draw then?” Bess asked.

     “I mean… Not well,” Paxton sighed.

     “Why don’t you try drawing me?” Bess asked.

     Paxton sat up, blushing, “Like, a portrait?”

     “Sure!” Bess laughed, “Or really, however you want to draw me. I’m just a head after all.”

     Paxton spent about an hour drawing Bess, after which Bess was rather impressed, and said that Paxton should offer to draw portraits to get some money. Unfortunately, Paxton was rather slow, taking about an hour to complete each one, but both customers left satisfied, giving her well above her asking price for their pictures.

~~~

Rachel’s Stand

     Rachel stared at the freestanding sock puppet she had been gifted as a head companion.     “So… uh… Are you like, a hand? Or-”

     “I’m a head,” the sock puppet said. Despite it’s ridiculous look, the sock puppet talked in a rather proper and well-spoken voice.

     “But, what would the rest of you normally look like?” Rachel tilted her head, trying to imagine.

     “You know, not all heads have bodies,” The sock explained calmly.

     Rachel blushed, “I-I’m sorry. I really didn’t know…”

     “Hanes,” the sock puppet explained.

     Rachel surpassed a giggle, “R-really?”

     “Yep,” Hanes explained, clearly not noticing Rachel’s difficulty in keeping a straight face, “and it’s fine. Not many people have seen a head like me before, so the confusion is understandable. Now, what are we planning on doing to win?”

     “Well, I was thinking about maybe opening a lemonade stand.” Rachel was already getting to work setting up a table at her spot

     “And what would I do then?” Hanes asked.

     “Aren’t I the one competing?” Rachel responded back in kind.

     “Obviously,” Hanes responded back, “But I want to take part too!”

     “Well, what can you do?” Rachel had moved on to taking a marker to a large piece of poster board.

     “You wouldn’t believe me, but I’m actually a pretty good actor,” Hanes said, seemingly standing slightly taller.

     Rachel held back another laugh, “So, you’d want to put on some sort of play then?”

     “I think it wouldn’t be that bad an idea,” Hanes said, “I mean, Australia has one of the most famous Opera houses. They clearly love the arts.”

     “And how would we deal with the height difference between us?” Rachel asked, putting the marker away.

     “Well, you’re the assistant here,” Hanes laughed, “I’m sure you could think of something creative.”

     Rachel thought for a moment, looking back at the pitcher’s she had already prepared for her lemonade stand idea.

     In the end, she shrugged, “Alright. Why not?"

     Working fast, Rachel managed to construct a makeshift stage, and the two worked together to come up with a fifteen minute play they could do once an hour to entertain the kids. Rachel shrank herself down and played the evil witch, while Hanes played the innocent Dorothy, off to defeat the witch and save the day.

~~~

Dahlia’s Stand

     Dahlia was standing perfectly still, looking forwards intently. Her body was painted a bright gold, and she refused to move a muscle. She could always have just solidified her body, but she always enjoyed the challenge of trying to fight her natural urges.

     As someone walked by, her partner in crime, the multi-eyed Vespa, would shout at strangers from her perch in front of her, “Hey! You!”

     If they were lucky to get anyone to pay attention, Vespa would proceed to explain how Dahlia was actually a magical statue, and that if you paid five dollars, she would change forms.

     “So how about it?” Vespa asked a particularly gullible looking woman.

     “Okay,” the woman said, tossing five dollars into the hat right next to Vespa, “How about a dog?”

     As she said the words, Dahlia focused on the changes she wanted her body to go through. Her limbs shortened, and the bones in her hands began to pop and shift to better resemble paws. Her bipedal spine bent to take a four-legged stance, while her mouth extended outwards, becoming a golden muzzle.

     “Oh wow!” the lady proclaimed.

     “See,” Vespa said proudly, “Like I said, magic statue.”

     Dahlia would end up getting a few more customers as the day progressed, shifting into such forms as famous celebrities or various different animals, but it wouldn’t end up being much to write home about.

~~~

Results

     The girls sat expectantly, as Rei fingered through the money that each contestant made, not being impressed with the minuscule amounts made by Olive and Natalie.

     “Well, I’ve tallied everything, and I’m ready to announce the winner.”

     “The winner of the first midweek competition, with a margin of about 200 dollars, is… Tetra!” Rei announced, grinning happily.

     The other girls clapped politely, many of them sharing a look that screamed, ‘Yeah… That one was going to be pretty obvious.’

     “Your prize for winning is this!” Rei dramatically reached into her coat pocket, producing a golden ticket, which she handed to Tetra. “One free head of your choosing from my store. Redeemable any time after ANGA.”

     “Thanks!” Kacie said, pocketing the ticket.

     “And as for the rest of you, I’m afraid America is going to decide your punishment,” Rei smiled.

     With the episode over, Drake and Rei separated from the group. “Well Rei, Thanks for coming out.”

     “Oh, it’s my pleasure Drake. You know I’m down to be on ANGA any time.” Rei smiled warmly at him.

     “Before you go, there’s just one thing I wanted to do,” Drake smiled back. He patted Rei on the shoulder.

     Rei’s head fell off her body screaming as it toppled to the floor. Drake grinned at the camera, “I’ve been wanting to do that ever since last year.”

     “Drake! Help! You know that wasn’t funny!” Rei shouted explicatives at him, as he walked away to deliver the Outro.

     “I want to thank you all for watching,” Drake grinned, “But now, for the first time this season, It’s time for you, the viewing public, to cast your first vote! I hope you don’t struggle to hard to figure out what the best punishment for our losing contestants is! In any case, thanks for watching, and Goodnight Everybody!”

Sorry, Voting is Closed

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& Question Corner &

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To Kacie: ‘Does your head have an internet connection, or do you just speak Aussie?’ -Phian (@@vanishedmagician) (Note: This was commented on the S3E2 after episode 3 had released)

 Kacie: “So, Tetra does have an internet connection! It’s really useful when looking up the language for foreign language gigs. It’s also nice because it means that I can access my Cloud and have instant access to my music whenever I’d like.”

To Kacie: “I wasn't saying that I am part, that is what you assumed, but I'm sure you will be surprised. Also, can't wait to see what you will come up with.” -Andrea (@@Jeaune)

 Kacie: “He he. I am known to jump to conclusions sometimes. So sorry about that.

 I’m still working on the set right now, but I hope you’ll enjoy it when Martin and I perform it!”

To Olive: “Oh Dear, that is so kind of you, but to be honest I'm ok, you don't have to bring anything for me. But if you still want surprise me. I'm sure you will enjoy your stay in Europe.” -Andrea (@@Jeaune)

 Olive: “Oh it’s no problem at all, Dear. After all they’ve got all these fancy stores here in Australia, and there’s not a famine or anything going on.

 Here’s what I’ll do, I’ll pick up two boxes of shortbread cookies for myself, and when we meet up, I’ll split one with you. That way we each have an equal share, and you don’t have to worry about getting me anything.”

To Paxton: “You look so wonderful with a smile Sweetie. And well go ahead bombard me with questions, I'm ready for it. You can ask Drake for my E-mail too, since to be honest some questions stay private.” -Andrea (@@Jeaune)

 Paxton: Paxton blushes, looking at the camera with a smile and even a slight amount of confidence as she says, “Thanks Andrea. I’ll try not to spam your email too often,”

To Rachel: “I can for sure say there is no stop in Italy, but that doesn't mean I'm not going to drink with you, how about a Friend Sampler?” -Andrea (@@Jeaune)

 Rachel: “I’d love to share a Friend Sampler with you. I wonder what flavor you taste like.”

To Natalie: “Oh yes I have, but I'm not sharing it on here, seriously the crowd would rip me apart, when they would get to know where I am from and that I still work for the DB Netz (German Railroad Infrastructure) as a side gig. But again like Paxton, you can ask Drake for my E-mail.” -Andrea (@@Jeaune)

 Natalie: “Got it! Don’t worry, I promise you anything private we discuss will be safely hidden away!”

To Dahlia: “You are welcome Sweetheart, it will be a pleasure!” -Andrea (@@Jeaune)

 Dahlia: “…Thanks.”

To Martin: “Oh Martin, you figured me out didn't you, well since you have blown my cover, yes I will be waiting for you and the girls in Europe. And of course I'm excited, since I have been only a year in the biz, you know since I gave Howard that famous scolding last year.” -Andrea (@@Jeaune)

 Martin: Martin smiles, “Ha ha. Sorry, I didn’t mean to blow your cover. I just get so excited when I get to meet new people in the biz, I jumped the gun a little bit.

 Hopefully I won’t do anything too bad to earn a scolding from you. You really laid it into him.”

To Drake: “You are permitted to give the girls my E-mail. Also, since the show makers are so stubborn and I read my agreement through, I will invite the people who got voted out myself, there is nothing in my contract forbidding that.” -Andrea (@@Jeaune)

 Drake: Drake smiles, “You’re right, there’s nothing that forbids that. I’ll make sure to give your email address to the girls.”

To All: “So as you might have gotten from my berating of the ANGA Staff. Yes, I'm going to invite all of you in private, no cameras, no show host, no strings attached, I will pay for your flight and accommodation. Hope you girls like that Idea, also Martin and Drake, you two are welcome to join too. That said I should be able to avoid the whole legal stuff with ANGA. And I'm sure ISAG will also be more than willing to give their approval to my plans.

Also another thing I want to mention, I have two or three more secrets, but I won't reveal them now, maybe when you have met me, this is also a lil tip for you girls. Never reveal everything, always keep a lil part hidden, it will help you to keep yourself interesting and that is something some ruthless black Sheeps can't take from you.” -Andrea (@@Jeaune)

 The contestants are all packed into the room with Drake and Martin to receive this question. They look expectantly at Drake, who sighs and smiles.

 Drake: “Alright. It’s technically against protocol, but I see you're not going to let this go… I suppose… as long as everything’s off-camera and in a non-professional setting… it could be arranged to have everyone meet you Andrea.”

 The girls cheered, Martin grinning as they swarm Drake, giving him a hug.

To Natalie: “So what type of basics do you know? Just wondering so I can help you review if needed.” -@@Rei

 Natalie: “So, in the professional sense… I’ve never actually performed the basics all that much.

 But! I have studied them! I’ve probably studied the basics more than anyone else has. I understand the theory and everything into why magic works the way it does, and why when a saw blade cuts through someone it doesn’t kill them instantly, but it’s just when I go to do it, the wires cross in my brain, and it takes so much to get the effect to activate.”

To Olive: “You have a kind heart. Thank you.” -Phian (@@vanishedmagician)

 Olive: “Oh Dear, that’s so kind of you to say. Thank you for the kind words.”

To Paxton: “Hi there I'm Genie's brother. I caught up on the episodes and I liked what I see in you, I hope to see you soon.” -James Schutter (@@James-MacCloude)

 Paxton: Paxton looks away from the camera as she responds, “Thanks. But I haven’t done all that much."

To Paxton: “Hey, you are more powerful than you think you are, girl. One who can do elemental magic that well has to be good. I remember my first time producing fire from nothing, I almost burned my own hair off. You have talent Paxton.” -Genie Schutter (@@James-MacCloude)

 Paxton: Paxton blushes, looking away from the camera as she talks. “B-but, I’m really not. I mean, in the park today I couldn’t even hold a basic fireball for that long.”

To Paxton: “Well, after tonight’s events would it be alright to say your mood has improved? It’s always fun to try new things, even if those things might be a little…questionable. Personally I’d never be able to get myself to do something that crazy though.” -Shannon (@@FlagsOtherSide)

 Paxton: Paxton blushes, looking away from the camera, “Yeah. I guess a little.”

To Kacie: “You know, sometimes I forget AC/DC is Australian. I can’t wait to hear how you blend it in with your act!” -Shannon (@@FlagsOtherSide)

 Kacie: “Yeah, I understand what you mean. For the longest time I thought they were part of the British Invasion like the Stones and the Who. But yeah, they’re Australian.

 I don’t know how much of AC/DC will actually end up being in the act. Probably just a couple of samples if I’m being honest. I’m still sort of undecided on it.”