Enchanted, I'm sure.
Who: Zatanna, Lex Luthor, Superman
What: A show of force.
Where: The Egyptian Theater
Zatanna swept a low, graceful bow, a self-satisfied smirk carefully hidden from the enraptured audience before her. It had been a full house tonight, and a wonderful crowd: they had followed each of her tricks with growing amazement and wonder. Truth be told, she could have easily performed her act without a trace of magic and have still received a more than satisfactory response; for tonight's show, however, she had chosen to pull out all the stops, using more magic than was customary and far more than strictly necessary. Her poor assistant and been forced to improvise for much of the evening as Zatanna demonstrated her more unique abilities, adding a new layer of intrigue to every one of her already-remarkable illusions.
Zatanna straightened, replacing her top hat and gesturing to her assistant, who also stepped forward, his cheeks stained slightly pink from the attention and applause. Zatanna held her pose, fingers lightly gripping the rim of her top hat as though tipping it to her adoring audience. One face did not appear to be quite so dazzled, however; Lex Luthor sat in the third row, stage left, arms crossed and an eyebrow slightly raised in an expression of disbelief and contempt. Zatanna allowed a petulant scowl to cross her features briefly, grateful when the curtains swung forward and she could relax. She disappeared to her dressing room with a nod to her young assistant and word of praise.
Zatanna had enjoyed only a few moments to herself, during which she guzzled a bottle of water and powdered her nose, before a knock on her door alerted her to the arrival of the stage manager. Mr. Luthor, it seemed, desired a private demonstration. Zatanna smiled inwardly and nodded, indicating that it would be no problem.
Why would he ask to come backstage if he were already convinced I'm a fake? she thought smugly. Retrieving her wand and top hat from the small vanity, Zatanna rose gracefully and plastered a winning smile on her face, hoping that her determination to win over the billionaire wouldn't be too painfully obvious.
What: A show of force.
Where: The Egyptian Theater
Zatanna swept a low, graceful bow, a self-satisfied smirk carefully hidden from the enraptured audience before her. It had been a full house tonight, and a wonderful crowd: they had followed each of her tricks with growing amazement and wonder. Truth be told, she could have easily performed her act without a trace of magic and have still received a more than satisfactory response; for tonight's show, however, she had chosen to pull out all the stops, using more magic than was customary and far more than strictly necessary. Her poor assistant and been forced to improvise for much of the evening as Zatanna demonstrated her more unique abilities, adding a new layer of intrigue to every one of her already-remarkable illusions.
Zatanna straightened, replacing her top hat and gesturing to her assistant, who also stepped forward, his cheeks stained slightly pink from the attention and applause. Zatanna held her pose, fingers lightly gripping the rim of her top hat as though tipping it to her adoring audience. One face did not appear to be quite so dazzled, however; Lex Luthor sat in the third row, stage left, arms crossed and an eyebrow slightly raised in an expression of disbelief and contempt. Zatanna allowed a petulant scowl to cross her features briefly, grateful when the curtains swung forward and she could relax. She disappeared to her dressing room with a nod to her young assistant and word of praise.
Zatanna had enjoyed only a few moments to herself, during which she guzzled a bottle of water and powdered her nose, before a knock on her door alerted her to the arrival of the stage manager. Mr. Luthor, it seemed, desired a private demonstration. Zatanna smiled inwardly and nodded, indicating that it would be no problem.
Why would he ask to come backstage if he were already convinced I'm a fake? she thought smugly. Retrieving her wand and top hat from the small vanity, Zatanna rose gracefully and plastered a winning smile on her face, hoping that her determination to win over the billionaire wouldn't be too painfully obvious.