The girls found themselves on the tarmac of a different airport than Heathrow. The London City Airport was a rather narrow strip of an airport, situated as a small peninsula of a runway in an offshoot of the Thames. Just as with weeks prior, Drake, Martin, and the special guests for the week Peter and Lisa (Devon unfortunately had been too busy to see the girls off, but sent her warmest regards to everyone) stood across the way from them on a carpet baring the Season’s Logo, staring at a tablet intently as numbers slowly moved upwards in a race to determine who’s journey would come to an end. Despite her apprehensions earlier in the week, Lisa seemed genuinely anxious as the numbers on the screen rose up. Peter and Martin were idly chatting, trying to distract Martin from having to lose yet another assistant.
Drake seemed to ask Lisa a question, to which she nodded closing her eyes as she tapped the screen, sealing in the fate for one of the contestants. Drake closed the case on the tablet, putting it under the crook of his arm as he stepped forwards, addressing the four nervous contestants. “Girls…” Despite how many times he had done this, he still addressed them with the same amount of hurt in his voice his professionalism would allow, “It was another nail biter this week.”
Drake paced around, staring at each of the girls in turn, “Truly, this has been one of the closest seasons of ANGA yet. A few key votes in a few key places, and we very well could have had a completely different lineup going into this next week.” He paused as he reached the end of the lineup of girls, slowly walking back to where he started, “Of course. That doesn’t change the fact that tonight… One of you four girls will be going home…” He gave one more solemn glance over the girls.
“As host of the show, it’s my unfortunate duty to announce… The contestant going home tonight… is…” Lisa rolled her eyes at the theatrics Drake was taking, but otherwise still balled her fists up nervously.
“Natalie.”
The mousey girl squeaked, her eyes visibly filling up with tears as the other contestants were quick to go over and comfort her. Martin, seeing his assistant on the verge of crying, couldn’t help himself either, briskly walking over and worming his way through the group hug (the other girls rightfully giving up their space so that her magician could comfort her) to hold Natalie in his arms, whispering into her ear, “Don’t worry… It’ll be okay… You’ve done an amazing job this season… I’m so proud of how far you’ve come…”
Natalie was actively sobbing, the other girls watching, tears filling up their own eyes, “I just- I just- I just-“ Natalie was babbling incoherently, “I wanted to help- Help you make your mark-“
“Shhhhhh,” Martin cooed, “You definitely made your mark, Natalie.” Martin rocked her a the tiniest bit in their hug, “You did the best you could while staying yourself. That’s all anyone could ask.”
This time, Drake let the moment play out, Natalie sobbing for quite a bit before going silent, Martin holding her tightly in his arms, the other girls making an effort to let they were there for Natalie by holding onto her hands or occasionally giving a mini hug against the two.
After a few minutes, Natalie had calmed down enough that Martin felt comfortable enough to break their hug slightly, whispering, “Will you be okay?” Natalie’s weak nod saw Martin slowly finishing their hug, taking a better look at Natalie before walking backwards across the aisle. The other girls standing nearby to her, giving her the smallest hint of a smile as she looked at her fellow contestants.
Drake tried to go on, his professionalism slipping a little more as he sounded upset, “Natalie… It’s been an honor having you on the show. It’ll obviously never be a proper replacement for winning the grand prize, but we have prepared a little parting gift for you…”
Peter and Lisa walked over, a clear look of concern on Lisa face as she lightly grabbed Natalie’s hand, giving it a small squeeze. “Natalie,” She said, “It would be my honor, as head of the UK branch of the ISAG, to offer you a full-time membership contract.” Lisa reached into her pocket, pulling out a postcard sized piece of paper and unfolding it into the same contract that had been offered twice before. Natalie squeaking a little bit in happiness, as she graciously accepted Lisa’s gift. “Assistants like you are exactly what the ISAG are looking for, and together, I know we can work towards building a stronger and more fair magic community for everyone.” Natalie looked like she was about to cry again, the smile on her lips the only sign that they would be tears of joy.
Peter went next, grinning as he said, “Well… Unfortunately I don’t have anything nearly as exciting as that,” From beyond his back, Peter produced two object, the first was a rather familiar looking three ring binder, while the other was a rather average looking book. It had a red leather case, with gold lettering on the front. “The only things they gave me are this itinerary for a ‘Tour of the World’s Most Famous Historical Magic Sites’” Peter read directly from the cover of the binder, “and this copy of ‘The Complete Works of the Encyclopedia Magica’” He read from the leather bound book, grinning as he handed both things to Natalie.
Natalie squealed, slipping her contract into the binder as she opened up the book to a page in the middle of the magic encyclopedia. She placed her thumb against the edge, flipping through the pages at a fast rate, a truly impossible amount of pages flying by as she maintained this position for about thirty seconds, the book showing no sign of having moved from its spot in about the middle of the spine of the book. She manually stopped flipping, scanning the page she had landed on with glee. “This- This-… I don’t know what to say,” she seemed like she was about to cry once more.
“Well, a ‘Thank You’ is pretty normal-“ Peter was interrupted from a light hit in the ribs by Lisa.
“You don’t have to say anything Natalie,” Lisa responded back.
“Oh!… Uh…” Natalie’s happiness turned to sheepishness, as she said, “These gifts are perfect… but… Would you two be able to do one more thing for me?”
“What?” Lisa asked, eying the assistant.
“W-Would… Would you please give me your autograph?!” Natalie asked, moving the encyclopedia to the hand she was carrying everything else in and pulling out a raggedy notebook out towards Peter and Lisa, blushing profusely.
Peter and Lisa looked at each other, before bursting out laughing, accepting the notebook and signing on the next free page, the other contestants, and even Drake and Martin joining in the brief moment of levity before they had to truly say their farewells.
~~~
Farewell Natalie
After things had settled down, two PA’s wheeled out a large brown, steamer trunk out onto the tarmac. Natalie choked up a little bit, as Martin unlocked the trunk. She turned towards the remaining contestants, her voice a mix of happiness and sadness as she explained, “For my farewell trick… I wanted to do the oldest magic trick in the book… Even older than cutting an assistant in half…” Martin had finished opening the steamer trunk, showing off to the girls that there were no modifications to the piece of luggage.
“You know… Magician’s have made things disappear for millennia long before the idea of using it for entertainment purposes,” Natalie explained, “Some of the earliest writings we have on magic that we can understand details instances of friends disappearing some of their friends tools in order to make them think they’re losing their minds…”
Natalie went silent, “S-sorry… I just realized it might not be that exciting to just disappear myself-“
Paxton interrupted her, “Natalie! It’s an amazing idea,” she smiled, rushing over and hugging Natalie, “It’s the perfect choice for you.”
“Yeah,” Kacie agreed, walking over and joining in on the hug, “I wouldn’t even think of doing something like that. I love that you care so much about even the most minute details of magic history!”
“You’re definitely a rare breed of assistant,” Dahlia smiled, “Which in this competition, is saying quite a bit,” she joined in the group hug.
“Girls…” Natalie was about to cry again, “I-… I’m going to miss you girls…”
They hugged for a bit longer, before eventually Natalie broke up their hug. She walked over to the trunk, where Martin was waiting patiently. “Natalie… Thank you for the amazing season,” he said, giving her a hug.
“You too Martin,” Natalie said, hugging him back, “Don’t worry… I know you’re going to be one of the greats…”
The two broke their hug, allowing Natalie to climb into the truck and give one last farewell wave before she crouched down. Martin sighed, as he closed the steamer trunk. He waited two seconds, before tapping on the top of the trunk, the sides collapsing completely, revealing the completely empty insides to the world.
Drake took over the view once again, as the two PAs collected the various parts of the steamer trunk and hauled them away, “Well girls… Natalie’s Journey has came to an end. But for you three, the hard part of your journey is only now beginning. With only two weeks left, the competition is sure to be absolutely cutthroat. Hopefully though, you three will manage to hold on, as we head off to our fourth location…” Drake reached into yet another pocket of his puffy vest, pulling out a white flag with two red bars, and three red stars across the top, “Washington DC!”
Dahlia, Paxton, and Kacie nodded, as Drake motioned for them to board the AFT-1, Martin shaking Peter and Lisa’s hands one last time, as soon enough the group was heading back to the United States.
~~~
Dulles International Airport
As the AFT-1 touched at the truly massive Dulles International Airport in the early afternoon, the three contestants were allowed out on to the tarmac where they waited patiently for Drake and Martin to come out. “Well girls,” Drake grinned, stepping out of the plane “Welcome home!” The girls entered the D-Gates, walking along until they found they found the shuttle that would take them back to the terminal, using the brief ride to get their land legs once again.
As they exited the terminal, a black van with a white taxi sign was awaiting to drive them off to the next location, easily fitting the Martin and his three assistants in the back rows of seats, while Drake took the seat next to the driver.
What followed was a rather unfortunate example of just how awful traffic could be around the district, as what was normally a forty minute drive stretched upwards to nearly an hour and a half. With plenty of detours for construction and several traffic accidents caused by reckless drivers. The sole upside to it was that it forced the taxi driver to take the long way, passing by the State Capitol building, the Smithsonian, the Washington Monument, and even getting a peak of the White House before arriving at their destination: The Lincoln Memorial.
The group climbed out of the taxi, Drake and Martin giving the girls plenty of time to look over the massive statue of Abraham Lincoln (Dahlia removed her camcorder bag, pulling out her own magic camera, which was a small red orb as opposed to the blue orbs used by ANGA), taking a small video with Kacie and Paxton smiling in front of the statue. After they had their fill though, they met up with the two standing right by the Reflection pool, the tip of the Washington Monument barely lining up with the edge.
“Well girls," Drake smiled, "Welcome to our nation’s capital! A lot of the big decisions that govern our country are made here, and in just a few short days, another one will be made.” He grinned, allowing his words to sink in as they stared at the large spire across the pond from them in amazement. “So, how about we head off to the Wellspring then?” He asked.
Martin handed each of the girls a plastic ziplock bag, “Here… You might want to put any valuables you’re worried about getting wet in here,” he explained. The girls did so, as they were lead up to the very edge of the pool, very quickly putting two and two together about where the entrance to the wellspring was probably hidden.
Drake smiled at the girls, “Well… See you on the other side,” He walked up, jumping into the pool right at the point where the tip of the Washington Monument landed. As he hit the water, he didn’t create a splash, the water remaining undisturbed as he was swallowed whole.
The girls, understanding what was up, followed along behind him, Martin taking up the rear as the camera held on one last shot panning around the various monuments laying around the reflection pool.
~~~
Washington DC’s Wellspring
As the girls came up for air, wading in a seemingly vast and endless ocean, they were greeted by several sailors standing on a makeshift dock. Drake was already standing on the platform, a sailor fanning him with a red, paper fan, his clothes drying up almost instantly.
As the girls were helped up onto the platform, they caught a better glimpse at the massive structure the dock was attached to. It was a massive yacht, so big that the girls could barely see the edge of it by looking straight up. The hull was painted black, and there were several portholes along the side several stories above them. From the side of the ship, four wires connected to the suspended dock in a window-washer’s platform like pattern.
Martin climbed up onto the platform by himself, easily shaking the water off himself as though it were nothing, while the sailors that had helped them up dried the three contestants closed.
“Girls!” Drake grinned, “Welcome! To the Chesapeake Ocean!” waving around the seemingly infinite body of water that surrounded the loan vessel. “This bad boy is the USS Potomac. Named after FDR’s presidential yacht, it is the largest man-made vessel to ever reside in a wellspring.” One of the sailor moved over to a panel, pressing the large green up arrow on it, the platform slowly rising into the air.
“The Chesapeake Ocean is a hub for many aquatic magical life forms, however without any form of residential lodging down below, I’m afraid we’ll be staying on the Potomac for the time being,” Drake explained, the platform finally reaching the edge of the ship, allowing the girls to see the top.
The Potomac looked like any other pleasure cruise really, just with a more magical stint to many of the passengers. On this topmost deck, there was a massive swimming pool with multiple waterslides that seemed to bend at impossible angles. Around this pool, tanning on some lounge chairs were several guests in various states of disassembly. Many of the women were missing their heads, but there were equally as many that were cut in half, or had their limbs missing, or had extra limbs.
There was a minibar with a four armed bartender serving drinks to dwarfish looking fellow, a mermaid that lounged along the edge of the pool closest to the minibar shouting up to him to get her another refill.
Drake lead them along the edge of the pool, leading them into a little alcove area the resembled a hotel’s lobby, polished surfaces reflecting the massive chandelier in the center of the room. Drake checked in rather painlessly, and soon enough the girls were being shuffled into a glass elevator that overlooked a massive atrium. They marveled at the various flora present, until they reached the third deck, and were promptly maneuvered into a ballroom, and several folding chairs facing a rather plain, makeshift stage, the most bare of a black curtain hiding it away from the audience.
Drake took the stage, the spotlight shining on him as he smiled at the extremely small audience, “Contestants! Have we got a treat for you tonight! The following magician really doesn’t need an introduction. While he hasn’t performed publicly in quite a while, he made waves with his very first foray into the professional circuits, winning the Young Upstarts Award from NBMonthly and the Shecky for Best Original Trick from the Academy for Performing Magicians for his very first TV special ‘Live from the Randall Theater’. It’s been quite a while since he last performed, but please put your hands together for the one, the only, Steve West!”
Loud music began to echo through the ballroom, as Drake hopped down to take his seat with the other guests. The curtain rose, the spot lights waving wildly around the stage in excitement.
All of these things that were being used to build excitement stopped suddenly with the sound of a switch being thrown. The houselights of the ballroom turned on, flooding the room with light and causing the girls to blink rapidly as they adjusted to the new even lighting.
A man with black hair, blue eyes, and wearing a plain black t-shirt and jeans stepped out from the side of the stage. “Hi girls,” he smiled, speaking in a calm even tone.
~~~
Steve’s Performance
Steve walked around the stage a little bit, getting a feel for the room, “So, how was the flight in?” He asked, the girls looking confused, not sure if they were expected to respond. “Sorry,” Steve grinned, stepping down from the stage, “I always forget how weird people are about performances on the big stage,” he walked over to the girls, grabbing one of the empty folding chairs and sitting it down in front of them, sitting down on it backwards and resting his arms against the backboard. “So seriously, how was the flight in? I heard it can be a little rough form the UK to here.”
Kacie responded first, “I-It was fine. I managed to get some more work done on my music.”
“Nice,” Steve smiled at Kacie, “I did some research for the show, still haven’t listened to any of your stuff I’m afraid, but a friend of mine highly recommended it.” He turned to face Dahlia and Paxton, “And what about you two?”
“I mostly slept through the flight,” Paxton admitted, blushing.
“Nothing wrong with that, although I don’t imagine it’ll help any with the jet lag,” Steve smiled.
“We had a little lunch date in the dining section, but otherwise mostly just cuddled,” Dahlia responded, giving herself a hug.
“Very nice, send my regards to Julia and Dawn for me,” Steve winked, causing Dahlia to blush a little bit.
“And Martin, great to finally meet you,” Steve nodded.
Martin smiled back, “The pleasure’s all mine.”
“Well,” Steve stood up, sliding the chair against the stage, “with introductions out of the way… I guess I’m going to have to do that pesky magic show now, aren’t I?” he stepped up onto the seat of the chair, using it as a makeshift staircase to get back up onto the stage. “Of course, if any of you girls know me, I’m afraid I’m not that big a fan of the whole, ‘Big Showstopper Illusion’ thing. I like to keep things simple. And usually without any props if I can help it.”
Steve smiled, “Of course, there’s one small problem… I’m going to need an assistant to do some magic…” Steve sighed, “I suppose breaking the rules just this one time will be alright.” Reaching into his pocket, Steve produced a black, 1 foot by 1 foot handkerchief, which he held out to the audience.
“Now, as you can plainly see, this is just an ordinary black handkerchief,” he turned it around a couple of times, showing that there was nothing strange with it, “Of course, often times, looks can be very deceiving,” He lightly pulled at opposite ends of the handkerchief, unfolding it into a 1x3 rectangle. He grinned as he repeated the process, turning it into a square once more, then a rectangle, and finally ending up with a 9 foot by 9 foot tarp of sorts, which he spread across the ground of the stage.
“Luckily for all of you, I actually managed to come semi-prepared to this show, so I’d love to introduce you all to my lovely assistant,” Steve bent down, grabbing the hem of the tarp and pulling upwards, “Melody!”
As the tarp lifted away, suddenly there was another body on stage. She was standing up, wearing an equally as plain outfit to Steve: A black skirt and a white tank top. And she was completely headless, a smooth expanse running from one shoulder to another. The body seemed confused, reaching up to where she expected her head to be an patting the open expanse of skin.
Steve looked alarmed, quickly reaching into his other Jeans pocket and pulling out another one foot squared black handkerchief, commenting aloud, “I always manage to forget to attach this part.” He walked over to Melody’s body, placing the piece of satin where her neck should have been and whisked it away.
Once again, it seemed that the magic had gone awry, as the back of Melody’s head faced the audience. “Oh good. I can see again,” Melody turned her body around, smiling at the audience.
Steve smiled, “Hey Melody. Long time no see.”
“I don’t think I’d count the fifteen minutes from backstage until now a particularly long time.”
“Well that’s funny, because it was only five minutes,” Steve smiled back at her, “Do you want me to fix that for you?” he gestured to her body.
“Yes please,” Melody responded. Steve walked over easily pulling her head off and spinning it the right way around.
“Now Melody, I called upon you because I need some help,” Steve said. Melody nodded along, “Do you have any ideas for a magic trick?”
Melody seemed to contemplate this for a bit, “Well… Did you try disappearing my head?” Steve nodded. “Darn… Well, it’s not normally your style to leave any ladies in the audience untransformed,” She gestured towards where the three girls were sitting.
“Hm… You may be on to something…” Steve grinned, turning towards Martin, “Martin, I’m terribly sorry to ask this favor of you, but would it be alright if I borrowed your assistants for a bit. I promise that I’ll return them in one piece.”
Martin smiled, looking at his three assistants, “If they’re okay with it.”
“Great!” Steve smiled, “Please come on up here girls, I promise I don’t bite.” The three girls timidly approached the stage, climbing up the conveniently placed chair.
“Wonderful. Now, your roles in this trick are going to be really easy,” Steve explained, as he folded the sides of the 9x9 handkerchief in to turn it into a 3x9 rectangular piece of cloth. He stretched it out lengthwise between Melody and himself, “All you have to do is stand behind the cloth, and keep your hands holding onto the top edge.
The girls did as instructed, lining up alphabetically in a row equidistance between the magician and his own assistant and placed their hands along the top of the piece of cloth, so that their fingers were visible. The only parts of the girls that were visible were their necks and head, their lower halves, and their hands. “Okay,” Steve smiled, “this first part will be the most involved this trick is going to get.”
“Dahlia, I want you to take two steps back, still holding onto the cloth,” Steven instructed. Dahlia obliged, her legs taking two steps back, as her top half remained completely in place, seemingly hovering in the air and not causing any additional downwards force on the cloth. “Great, now Kacie and Paxton, take three side steps to your right.”
Just as before, the pairs of hips seemed to do as they were told rather easily, Paxton’s hips now ending up directly below Kacie, while Kacie’s hips now were standing below Dahlia. “Now Dahlia, take six sidesteps to your left, and two steps forwards again.” Following these instructions, Dahlia’s hips lined up perfectly with Paxton.
“Now, onto step two. Don’t worry girls, you don’t have to don anything except stand there and hold onto the cloth.” Steve grinned, as he slowly began lifting his lower hand upwards, the cloth remaining in place, as all of the girls hands slowly began making their journey to the left, the hem acting like the treads on a tank as Steve worked his magic. The girls Melody similarly following his actions and pulling the top of her side downwards before swapping hands.
As Paxton’s hand reached the edge of the tarp, Melody grabbed it, plucking it off of the tarp and showing to the audience the completely severed hand. With magical precision, she tossed the limb nine feet across the stage into Steve’s outstretched hand, who once again attached it to the tarp, the hand flexing automatically to grab on.
Melody repeated the step with Paxton’s other hand, and soon enough the hands lined up once again with the girls, although not to their original owner. “Alright!” Steve beamed, “You girls can let go now!” Just as they did so, Steve and Melody similarly let go of their sides of the tarp.
Each of the girls now had a completely different upper and lower half to their head. Dahlia had Paxton’s upper half with Kacie’s legs, Kacie had Dahlia’s upper half with Paxton’s legs, while Paxton had the remaining missing parts. Each of the girls smiled at their transformation, clapping ecstatically as Steve took a bow, “Thank you. You’re too kind. Now please return to your seats, I believe Drake has something for you all.”
Drake walked up the steps on the side of the stage as the girls hopped down, taking their seats and exploring their new bodies a little bit. “Thanks Steve. And of course I’ve got the full week challenge already prepared for you to read off,” Drake produced the envelope with the red ANGA seal, passing it to Steve, who easily opened it and gave a small smile.
“Contestants. Sometimes it’s important to remember what’s really at the heart of an act. You, Your magician, and both of your magic. This week, your task is to design a trick where only these things are present on the stage. In other words: No physical props allowed. Let your creativity sour, as you push yourselves to the absolute magical limit.” Steve closed the note, the end of it suddenly sparking as it rapidly turned to ash.
“Thanks Steve!” Drake smiled, turning towards the girls, “If you have any concerns about what constitutes a prop, feel free to ask me during the week. Now Steve, if you could restore them, I think we’ll call it an early night tonight.”
“All that have to do if they want to return to normal is swap their body parts back,” Steve responded, already walking off the stage with Melody to join up with the girls, “They can feel free to change back on their own time.”
After playing around with their altered forms and chatting for a bit with Melody, the jet lag finally hit in, and the girls retired for the evening, only swapping back reluctantly so as not to interfere with any plans for tomorrow.
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& Question Corner &
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To the girls: “My, my what wonderful and amazing acts. I'm really glad to see that you all spread your wings and started to fly on your own. Really good and well done, everyone. Again regardless of who has to leave, you are a winner in my eyes, why you might ask yourself, well you managed to impress quite well and you managed to impress me. Also the sole fact that you joined the ranks of Assistants this year on ANGA is already a win.
It is a bliss to have met you all, and I'm happy to be part of ANGA, now as reason, why I haven't been around yesterday was, I was hospitalized for a surgery, basically they knocked me out pretty bad, don't worry, I'm fine and I will not be in pain again. You can still reach out to me under my email or ring me up. Also Girls, don't worry at all, I'm 100% fine and sound.” -Andrea (@@Jeaune)
Kacie: “Thank you Andrea! I’m sorry to hear that you had to be hospitalized, but glad that you’re safe.
Dahlia: “We hope that you’ll continue to remain 100% fine and sound Andrea. It would be a shame to have such a bright light be snuffed out in this world of darkness.”
Natalie: “Thanks for the kind words Andrea. I’m still slightly bummed that I lost, but hey, at least now that means I’ll be able to start writing up my first hand account of all the crazy stuff that happened this season! And also, I’m happy to hear the surgery was a success. If the pain ever gets too crazy, I’ve fell into a lot of free time now, and would gladly chat with you to help you through it!”
Paxton: Paxton pales, “Oh no! Andrea! Why didn’t you say anything earlier! I could have sent you some snacks or something to help you through it. Or maybe even convinced Drake to try and let us fly over and keep you company. You’ve been a huge influence on me, and I really can’t thank you enough for just how kind you’ve been to us all this season. Hopefully we’ll be able to meet up again during the finals week!”
To Kacie: “You are quite a fae type of girls, never thought that the rough DJ has such a cute core. I love it, hope to talk to you after a DJ gig in Germany.” -Andrea (@@Jeaune)
Kacie: Kacie blushes. “I wouldn’t consider myself all that rough, I’m just usually too focused on the music to really focus on anything else. And it’d be great to chat after one of my shows, I’m sure I can find a way to get you some free tickets!”
To Dahlia: “You are amazing and oh my, you were a goddess on stage, you should think about changing your stage name to Solaria or Celeste.” -Andrea (@@Jeaune)
Dahlia: Dahlia smiles. “Unfortunately, we’re too attached to our name as it is, but we’re glad you enjoyed the show. It was truly out of this world.”
To Natalie: “What should I say, you not only drill with your questions, but you know how to make an act funny and yes that was a good one putting Martin into a dress, I love that twist.” -Andrea (@@Jeaune)
Natalie: Natalie jumps around excitedly. “I’m glad you enjoyed it Andrea! I’m still sad I lost, but hey! I’m going to become a member of the ISAG now and get to work with all of these amazing assistants and magicians! Maybe one day, we’ll be able to perform in a show together!"
To Paxton: “Oh holy Luna, you did amazing and the audience might have thought it's part of the act, but you almost passed out, your act was great, but don't overdo it, you could have easily passed out and that would have been the end for you. Or you would have given Drake a heart attack, that would have certainly be a show.” -Andrea (@@Jeaune)
Paxton: Paxton blushes. “Thanks Andrea. Yeah, I got a little woozy up there on stage unfortunately, although that still ended up being much better than how that part of the act was going in rehearsals for most of the week.
To Martin: “What can I say, you are World-Class material, I hope to talk to you in person at the final party. You owe me at least that one for not showing up to my party and my birthday.” -Andrea (@@Jeaune)
Martin: Martin blushes, “T-Thanks Andrea. Sorry again for missing your birthday I was… Dealing with a lot of stuff back then. We definitely will catch up next week.”
To Drake: “Well, what can I say, you said it yourself, the most dreaded part of ANGA is the elimination and I still don't like it, but I know neither you or I could change it, without getting ANGA cancelled. That said you did an amazing Job this week, much better than during mine. Anyway, I hope the Packages arrived and got delivered to you by the PA's. Also can't wait to see you at the Grand Finale again.” -Andrea (@@Jeaune)
Drake: “Thanks Andrea. I can confirm, the care packages arrived pretty late last night. I gave them to all of the girls this morning, and so their all set up now in the case of an emergency. The girls wanted to thank you for the sweets too.
I’m looking forwards to seeing you again at the grand finale too.”
To Everyone: “Great performances all of you, You are all getting so much better. Who ever is voted off I invite for a stay here in Mageria as my guests barring conflicting arrangements made by the show. Regardless, You all did very well, have fun at your next adventure, and I'll see you all at the after party.” -Jacob Schutter (@@James-MacCloude)
The girls mostly echo the same sentiments of thanking Jake for enjoying their performance, and that they were looking forwards to this next week greatly.
Natalie: “Thanks Jake. I’d love to stay at Mageria, but since next week is the final week of the show, I don’t imagine I’ll have a lot of time to do anything there. Still, thank you so much for the offer!”
To Paxton: “That was a great performance. I really liked it. And at the end with Martin coming back all changed... It was terrific. Great job.
Big Hugs to you Girl, you rocked it!” -James Schutter (@@James-MacCloude)
Paxton: Paxton blushes, “Thanks James… I’m really glad you enjoyed it. H-hugs to you too!” She smiled.
To Kacie: “Nice work, I loved Shakespeare's A Midsummer Night's Dream. I've also met a woman named Titania, Maybe when we have that jam session I'll introduce you to her.” -Genie Schutter (@@James-MacCloude)
Kacie: “Well coming from a world famous actor such as yourself, Genie, I’m glad I could impress! Hopefully that jam session will come some day soon!”
To Dahlia: “Great job I was very impressed. I loved the planet set up and the story... it was all spectacular. hugs to you!.” -David Schutter (@@James-MacCloude)
Dahlia: “Thank you. We’re glad you enjoyed the show. Hopefully we can continue to dazzle and amaze just like the star we were last night.”
To Natalie: “Great work on the classic assistant's revenge. I reminded me of some of the nights when the kids were at Jasmines for the weekend..... Best not to say any more. Anyway good job.” -Jenny Schutter (@@James-MacCloude)
Natalie: “Thanks Jenny. I’m really happy with how it turned out. Even if I didn’t end up winning, I’m glad that I could share what I love with the world.”