Broken Hype

Chapter 3: Broken Hype
Mr Salvatori was the master of the circus. He was a tall arrogant man with thin mustache and shifty eyes. He was a man of those, who you cant read at all, but you feel discomfortable in presence of such people. Megalomania was mirroring both in his way of treating people and in his way of polishing the decorating Head. At the moment he was walking among the tents and pinching everyone:
- Remove the remainders! Sweep the circle! Hey you, no hanging around! Your rest will be in peace! Augustus are you ready? - his voice was quiet resembling a twangy singing of a mouse in the tin can.
- Yes, boss, we are taking last rest before the show.
- You re always taking rest, as if there is no duties - grumbled Mr Salvatori. - The candies! Are they going off already?
- Yes, of course, - replied the wolf. He never knew why he is always asked with that. - And wheres the Hatter gone? - he inquired his mate and good guy Sean the Bear.
- Probably, he walks his Belly before the performance - winked Sean.
The clock hands were moving closer to midnight, and the spectators started to fill the main circus tent. All is shining, glittering, twinkling! Garlands and pennants are everywhere! It all smells like holiday. The spectators came into the hall and took their seats. There is Auntie Polly, and John, and Thompson twin girls, and Uncle Patrick, and all the kids - just the whole town came to see the performance.
My eyes were searching for Lily but she could not be seen anywhere. Suddenly the light came out, and the performance started.

The circle became covered with a big holographic head suspended in the air who resounded with noble voice:
- Dear Paintsborough citizens! Welcome to the most fabulous event in your town!
Hold your agitation, we are getting started! The Greatest Salvatoris Circus invites you!

The audience started applauding. Pouring out of the curtains a big black pond appeared. A weird mystic music started sounding accross the air, and suddenly the Pond began dancing to the tune. Some figures were coming up out of the deep.
The Ponds movements were lifelike. Mixed emotions makes such show - terrifying and gorgeous alike.

I took a glance at the people. They were magnetized staring at the motions of that strange black substance. Going up it was transforming into some figures, subjects. Then it suddenly was turning up as weightless cloth floating in air jet and again drifting away.
Finally the substance weltered and separated into four figures perching around the circle. They were the four musicians - Augustus, Arcy, Stan and Sean
- the maestros responsible for that mystic atmosphere! The stars of this Circus!

In a moment they started boldly their music: guitar, clarinet, drums, harmonica. At times the birds were singing along.
- This music is pure magic - I thought to myself, - it sounds so delightful.
Those neat guitar riffs, the rhythm of soulful harmonica. They were tempting to dance.

For the next action a flock of birds flew out to the music tunes. The Hatter was their conductor. He was sitting astride and handling a huge bird trying to snatch a worm. It was hanged on a thread ahead of birds pecker
The Hatter jumped and made out strange figures with his hands to-and-fro. The birds responded with incredible geometry creations they drew up.
But what happened next, I hardly remember : the acrobat-anubises and the witty thumbs and the things alike melted down into swirling kaleidoscope, feeling a little dizzy with the sight I finally heard:
- And now smile for a birdie! Photo as a keepsake!
Black shadows took this photo to an enigmatic device, and I felt my legs go weak.
To be continued.