“Good to know, Ms. Popscu... because our commercial break just ended.” The announcer said. He was an attractive man, by television standards, which meant that he had the charm and charisma to keep an audience captivated. “Let’s hope you live up to your claim.”

The lights in the large performance hall dimmed, and the audience in the stand quieted. A spotlight centered on the announcer, and Faye could hear him clearing his throat. “Anndddddd were back! To the nation’s number one talent competition: MANIFEST DESTINY!” A roar of applause and shouting erupted from the audience, as the announcer went through a basic recap of the acts so far.

“Now, let’s welcome back our judges! The sensation that’s enthralled a nation, the amazon, the incredible, Jess Dare!” A spotlight shone on an incredibly attractive woman, who looked like she could rival anyone, or anything, in a contest of strength, speed, or stamina. “It is good to be here.” She said.

“Next, we have the manager to the stars, the entertainment industry’s maker or breaker, Dudley Wilder!” Another roar of applause erupted, though some booes could be heard as well. Wilder was a finely dressed man. He looked like your stereotypical agent. No, he looked like the person the stereotype was based on. He jet black hair was slicked back, while his jaw line looked like it’d been chisled by the gods. “Let’s see if this one has got the right stuff.” He said.

“And finally....” A hush fell over the audience, as if they were waiting for something. “The prodigy....” A snap was heard after the announcer, followed by a bright blue eruption of sparks. A figure could be made out slightly in the darkness, at the end of the judges table. “The virtouso...” another snap, followed by a red flash. “The idol of millions....” the tension in the air was thick with anticipation. A golden shower of sparks rained down from the ceiling, before the announcer continued... “ADONIS MUSE!” It seemed like the audience had tripled in number, the sheet amount of cheering and clapping seeming to shake the very building.

A bright white light appeared, without any visible source, on the figure at the end of the table. Posed on the end of it, one leg on the table, the other on the floor, with his hand covering his face with all the drama of a shakespherean tragedy, was Adonis Muse.

Ah, there it was. Nothing beat a proper introduction in the evening. Even if this was the third time he’d done it today, he would never tire of it. The reactions he got from the audience was enough to keep him going for ten, no, one hundred times. The energy that travelled through the hall was infectious.

It was amazing how much a performance could be enhanced by a few simple additions of flair. Or, that’s what Adonis liked to call his powers. People just thought he had an amazing production team. Which wasn’t to say he didn’t... but what he did, the only way that was possible was through what some called magic. And was his magic amazing.

“I like your energy, Faye Popscu!” He said, stepping off the table and returning to his seat. “Let’s see if you can wow me!” Sat back in his seat, waiting for the girl to start. “Though, I’ll admit, that’s not such a hard task!”