(#00154)
The entire nerd portion of the school moaned in disappointment. They all knew what it meant. The next talent show would be stripped, pasteurized, sanitized and otherwise made dull, bland, and completely boring.
“And I was going to juggle a chainsaw, a bowling ball, and a fresh egg,” whined Kurt.
Only one was cackling.
“Sara, no-o-o-o-o-o…” said Todd, possibly on automatic.
“But I was going to give them exactly what they wanted, and nothing of what they asked for,” protested Sara. “It’s the ultimate serving of kharma.”
“Not th’ way you do kharma, sweetums. You want ‘em to shut down the talent show altogether?”
Sara grumped. “They would, too. Straight-boxed mundanes…” She fell silent and still, but it was still evident that she was thinking too hard about it all. “You know… there *is* that theatre for rent, just down the road…”
It became Cirque du Bayville, and boasted “all the talent the school board was scared to display!”
And it made a fortune.
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