There was no time to protest any further. Mr. Winchester's eyes fell upon them and he called them forward. While Chelsea was no stranger to being the center of attention, it certainly was breaking ground for Alex. 

“So, what are your names then?” he asked. 

“Chelsea,” she answered with a pep in her voice.

“...Alexis,” she responded as her face flushed at the thought of being on stage. 

He lead them each to a box of their own. Chelsea's box seemed full of metal spikes which he quickly retracted with a sheepish remark. For that brief second, however, Alex might have just been okay with enclosing her in a spiked box. First she dragged her to a circus, and now she put her up against one of her worst of fears, stage-fright. All eyes were on them, [i]or hopefully Chelsea,[/i] she thought.

Gabriel lead her to a similar box opposite of her friend, no spikes this time. A welcome sight given the circumstances. He enclosed her inside just as he did Chels, and proceeded with his trick. Alexis had to admit this trick was a good one, and the fire from the finger trick had her pretty intrigued. The trick seemed to move parts of their body around between them. It was a convincing illusion that had Alexis stumped, maybe even showing a bit of concern in her features. Chels, on the other hand, just enjoyed. 

They were finally put back together and allowed to return to their bleacher seats. Alexis had never wanted to be sitting on a bleacher so bad in her life. She let out a long breath, almost as if she had held it the entire time. Chels gave her a small nudge. 

“See? I told you it would be fun. I saw the awe in your eyes.”

Chels was right. She was amazed. How did he do it? A magician never reveals his tricks. Yet, she was no stranger to tricks either in her own right. Granted, she had no idea how they worked just as much as she was clueless on these, but it hardly meant the two were related. Did it? Surely not! Alex focused hard as she continued watching.