Connor hadn't seen many of the performances, but he had made sure he saw Kijani's. When she was introduced, he'd returned from what he had been doing, and got as close as he could to the stage, watching as she Danced. He did not take his eyes off her the whole time. It wasn't just the way she moved, although that was impressive. It was more the meaning she brought across. Knock me down, but eventually, I'll get up again. He clapped and cheered when it was over, feeling like an age had passed, and wishing he could fight through the crowd to her. As more of the performances were done, Connor reluctantly chose to go after Nicholas. He went upz

For a moment, he just stood there. He realized he was beginning to panic, realized he wanted to run away. But he couldn't do that. Still, there was something different about being in front of a large group of people, when it was just him, and not him in his suit. He reached over to his right wrist, which had some sort of wrist watch on it. He clicked a button, and the mirrors he had suspended from the ceiling changed from the background of the gym, to what he wanted them to show. In this case, what appeared to be a light show. There was a rippling effect for a second or two as this occurred, and he could feel himself relax, as what he wanted happened.

After all, in magic it was all about deception. About distracting your audience, and yet amazing them. For a few quick seconds, he ran his hands over his body, showing that aside from his watch, he had nothing on him. No wires, no tricks. 

And then he began to walk, as if he were climbing stairs, and he began to ascend in the air. He looked about, but it was like he wasn't seeing anything, as if he were concerntrating. He walked up about ten steps, and looked over the crowd, standing there, he began to wonder if anyone would figure out just how he did this. Most would assume, he thought, that it was something based on his engerneering abilities. He smiled, almost a smirk. He began to descend. When he landed, he leaped into the air, and appeared suspended as he jumped higher then normally possible. He hung there suspended a moment, before continuing. He dropped to the ground fast, stopping just before he touched the ground, then stepping to the ground. He flung out both hands into the air, and doves were flung in the air, cooing and flying around the room. With each flap of their wings, they seemed to change colours. Red, orange, yellow, green, blue, and more. And in the space of seconds, Connor seemed to have changed clothes. Rather then what he had been wearing, which had been his normal jeans and t-shirt, he now wore what seemed to be a plain white t-shirt, and black pants. He once more took to the air, and when he was nearly to the ceiling, he suddenly fell, and for one heart stopping minute, he feared he had messed up the trick, as the end of the trick didn't seem to come. And then he felt as if he had been through something unpleasant and seemed to bounce. as he landed on it, It was revealed to be a bubble of sorts. But it held him in the air. He stood, carefully, and then Bowed with a flourish, the bubble popping into hundreds of smaller bubbles, floating down wards as Connor slowly descended himself.