The honesty series

You've imagined this all wrong. Allow me to reset the scene.

We're on top of a stage in New York City. You have white gloves, a midnight black top hat, and booming voice saying, "For my next trick, I will make my lovely assistant disappear."

That was me, the assistant. I was only there to, well assist, because I was never the main attraction kind of girl. No one paid to see me. I was an assistant. An inciting incident there to move things a long, and to be honest I didn't really mind.

The reason why was standing next to me. He smiled a smile that made people dedicate things to him art, poetry, music, hearts, they were all his at the tilt of his lips. His blue eyes sparkled with all the bright lights focused on us but there was something there besides the light that made them sparkle. Oh the lovely assistant was madly in love with the talented magician.

He focused on her and his demeanor shifted and all she could think was "god he loves me too."

He spoke quietly, his voice now soft and velvety, "are you ready?" I nodded and smoothed out my glimmering green dress. I could disappear if its what he asked.

The crowd is perching on the edge of their seats silent with anticipation. The magician had entranced and captured them with his allusive eyes. They were all waiting and watching, following his every move.

Everything stands still. Time does not move without the talented magicians allowance.

Your voice is warm against my ear, "close your eyes." So I do, and everything vanishes except your gloved hands holding my arms lightly. Its only you and me.

Three,

Two,

One.

Abracadabra.

I open my eyes and you're gone. 

So is the crowd.

It's just me and an empty stage.

I'm alone.

And all I can manage to whisper is, "this isn't how the show is supposed to go."

I had become so accustomed to my magician making me reappear when I wished myself out of existence. I didn't know my magician could vanish too. 

The lovely assistant fell to the floor and cried because she just didn't know any magic.

She had no tricks.

Nothing up her sleeve.

No hats to pull a solution from.

She had shown everything and told everything.

So there was no magic to be made,

Because all magic is is a bunch of lies.

Trap doors and illusions.

So she couldn't make her magician appear she could only wait here on the stage.

He had to come back didn't he?

The show must go on.

But now that silly silly assistant has a feeling it went on without her.

After all, she was only an inciting incident.