i wrote this as a volunteer for an event, and i didnât have much time to write it, so everything i thought for this, i wrote it down. overall, i am very proud of what i made, so i decided to share it with you guys !
It was hard, to walk around town without having people staring at him: his skin color, his eyes, his clothes, his complexion and his way of walking. Everything that Lance was was different from common and normal. It always meant a challenge for him to even step out of his small home, which he shared with his siblings, whom from time to time seemed insufferable, but that he loved with all his might.
During night time, heâd usually go to a nearby bar, mainly to meet up with his lifelong friend, Hunk, who had been helping him to find a job, with no results.
âI canât do much, besides offering you-â Hunk would start, with kind eyes and the flames of the bar dimly lighting his worried features, but Lance would always interrupt him.
âNo, Hunk, Iâm not accepting your money. I just canât.â Heâd simply say, hugging himself.
Some people wondered how they were even friends, when there was an incredibly big comparison between each other: you see, Hunk, despite his skin color, had been born in a wealthy family, giving him enough rights. Not Lance, though. There were just too much in his family: his younger siblings, plus Katie. Him being the eldest one had to get enough money for them to eat, and while Katie tried to also help him, he wouldnât allow her, until her insistence was too much and he gave in.
Lanceâs family, in few words, was not liked in town. Though, he loved them, and it didnât matter if all of them were orphans. That was just the way it was.
He took his old brown jacket and blew out most of the candles on their small house, ready to go out and meet Hunk, when he noticed Katie hadnât been asleep. Lance frowned, turning towards the kids, counting them again- nothing. Katie was not there. Where could she be?
He noticed, then, movement near the kitchen, and when he reached the spot, there she way, tying her hair with a piece of cloth, and hiding the low tied ponytail under her own jacket.
âAnd may I know where are you going?â He asked her, folding his arms and narrowing his eyes. He knew, nevertheless, that Pidge was going to be hard to intimidate. Small did certainly not mean naive, specially in her case.
âWith you, of course. Youâve been going out more and more at night, and I know you havenât found a job yet.â She shot back, making Lance look away and dig his nails slightly in his arms. âBut I can help you. Maybe I can go around asking people, and we might be lucky enough to get you a job!â She added, with a bright smile and walking to him.
Few would believe they liked each others, since theyâd usually be teasing each other. But honestly? Lance was like a brother for Katie. After losing her brother, it had been expected, and so it happened.
Finally, he sighed, and unfolded his arms. âDonât make a fool of yourself. And try not to show your hair.â He told her, tucking some strands under her jacket, while the girl silently celebrated.
And so, both of them went to meet Hunk.
âA bar? You come to a bar?â She asked him, to which he shrugged.
âI have a friend, and heâs been trying to help out. Donât judge me.â Lance replied, opening the door and walking through, leaving a dumbfounded Katie behind.
She was about to bite back when Lance smiled, having spotted Hunk, and sat besides him. The girl rolled her eyes and followed her friend.
â...Ah, so this must be K-â Hunk started, upon seeing her, but Katie cut him mid-sentence.
âPidge. And you must be Lanceâs friend, the one helping him find a job?â She asked him, and Hunk smiled.
âHunk Garrett, at your service.â He answered, with a small nod, and returned to Lance, searching for something inside his jacket, while the other one asked for some drinks.
âPlease tell me you found som-â Lance started, when Hunk placed the paper in the bar. Lance took it in his hands, reading it carefully. They were looking for people like him, misfits. Misfits to be, what, jokes? His brow furrowed when Katie took the paper from his hands and, upon reading what it said, her face brightened.
âThis is the shot you need!â Hunk exclaimed, with a bright smile, and Katie nodded, fully agreeing with his offering, though Lance did not look as happy.
âBut why? Are they planning on making us, âmisfitsâ, the center of attention? And -oh, please- a circus?!â He shot back, not glad with the idea, not at all. Hearing this, Hunkâs smile dropped as did Katieâs, though from realization, she went to confusion. She slapped Lanceâs head, who hissed and turned to her.
âThis is the opportunity you were looking for. You asked for this, you prayed for this your whole life! Lance, you can help your siblings, with this. You can always back off from it, but please, give it a shot. For them.â She tried to convince him, with a serious tone and gleam in her eyes. Well, she was not wrong, Lance thought.
He made them wait in damned suspense, when he finally sighed, emptying his glass in one swing. âIâd better not regret joining this- this thing.â His sighed, while Hunk and Katie celebrated.
There had to be an interview before he joined, and there were people of all kind there: a woman who could hold her breath for too long under the water; some hairy men; a lady with a green tint to her skin⌠many people were there, Lance realized, people who also tried to fit in somewhere, people who also wanted to find a purpose in their lives. Just like he did.
He was not alone, though. Katie had decided she was going to be with him, and she kept her word, quitting her current job to join this new offering alongside Lance.
And finally, they had reached the desk where the ringmaster was chatting to each one of them. This ringmaster, though, he seemed too giddy and happy for this project, not like a man he thought would want to take advantage of misfits. Yeah, he was white skinned, but he seemed kind. His hair was cut short, with only the top left as a disaster, with a small puff of white hair. His dark eyes seemed welcoming and his posture, though he was buff, was also soft.
âSo, who are you?â The man asked them. And while Katie found it hard to reply -she seemed struck by something this man had, of showed-, Lance took the time to reply.
âLance McClain, and this is my- she lives with me. Katie Holt.â He introduced themselves, and added, âWe do trapeze.â He simply said. There was no great magic in what they did, but this only made the man lean closer and smile a bit more.
âAnd why should I welcome you? Itâs just trapeze.â He said in return. Lance leaned closer as well, narrowing his eyes slightly.
âYouâre looking for misfits, right? Youâve got here two orphans, one of them dark skinned. And I have much more things to add- but we can walk away, of course.â He replied, rather sassy, and stood up, motioning Katie to follow him, and already thinking this was a bad idea.
But the man only smiled brighter every time. âThatâs what Iâm looking for here. Welcome to the family!â He said, Lance turning, not believing what he had said. He just stood there, dumbfounded, and the man laughed. âBe here tomorrow, early in the morning. Iâll be waiting.â And he kept interviewing the rest, as Katie pulled him out of the old museum.
And they were there the next morning. The man had introduced himself as Takashi Shirogane, a Japanese man who had come to the United States as a young boy, and have lived all his life there. He was married, and had, as a dream, to create this place to give others real smiles. Thatâs where his family of misfits came in.
And so, Lance grew to love the shows he and the others put up in the circus. Hunk had become a benefactor of the circus, and Katie, who now went by Pidge full time -she never told Lance why- had been enjoying hers and Lanceâs trapeze routine.
He had heard that their routine had been mesmerizing most of the time: the way he and Ka- Pidge flew in the air, from trapeze to trapeze, connecting their hands and staying in sync at every moment.
What he had also heard, mostly from kids, was âhow pretty were the flying peopleâs costumesâ. Pidge had chosen green as her color, using shiny cloth to make her own costume, allowing her good movements and the ability to stretch how much she wanted. As for Lance, he had chosen blue as his color, different shades, soft and glimmering, to make an elegant leotard, with certain areas to show and to emphasize. Both of them, before each performance used makeup to call attention to their eyes, for example, or to their hair.
And Lance had loved every moment of it. To fly up there, to hear cheers, to listen to children admiring them⌠It was something he had never thought of having. Once, he had said that no one would ever accept him in society for his skin color. But now, even his siblings wanted to be a part of all of this. They had gotten more than what he could have given them once upon a time. And Lance was proud.
It was time to pull up their act, now, as the rest danced. Pidge was on the other side of the building, up high just as he was. Her hair had green streaks, intense in the tips, and fading in. Her costume gleamed under the flames and lights, as did her freckles, which she had painted green and added sequins. His own leotard also shone metallic blue, and Lance could still feel fresh the blue pain he had used to decorate his face, as well as the weight of some small diamonds he had also added.
Every time, before he jumped off the safety of the building and into the trapeze, he could feel his heart hammering in his chest, his hands sweat, and his hair blow. But as soon as he heard their cue, and he and Pidge jumped off, his eyes would snap open and he would feel like the king of the world.
And it happened as well on that show.
The cue sounded, and he stepped off the ledge, immediately feeling light and swift, having the air hit his face, as well as his hair, also with blue streaks, which fluttered in his face. But he didnât mind- no⌠He didnât care, because he was doing what he loved.
Lance and Pidge did their routine, which they changed each week, making graceful figures in the air, with the help of the trapeze. It was like a drug to him, making him addicted to this feeling- He loved it.
At some point, he noticed that Shiro -the ringmaster had told them to call him that way- had never showed up, though Lance had shrugged it off. He had closed his eyes and smiled, concentrated on his routine, doing what he and Pidge had long memorized and did with such ease and beauty.
But, on one of those swings, he was able to see Shiro in the balcony below the one Pidge had jumped from, accompanied by a man, who seemed very similar to their ringmaster, though with long, black hair, and dark, purple eyes. Lance felt time freeze in that moment: he hung from his legs in the trapeze, so he could stare directly into those violet eyes, full of wonder and curiosity. They were gorgeous, and so was the man, he had to admit. His lips parted a bit, when he felt himself move again, and his mind returned to their routine, though Lance could hear, softly, yet intensely, the man speak.
When the show ended, and Lance and Pidge had returned to holy ground, he could start feeling that ecstasy he always felt after a routine: his hands moved uncontrollable, and it took him few moments to calm down, before showing his face to the public again.
âIt was amazing, Katie! D-did you see the publicâs expressions?! They were bewildered! We- We must do something similar another dayâŚâ He decided, taking a navy pashmina he always wore with his leotard, and hung it in his neck, while the girl just shook her head, giggling.
âPidge, please. And, I know.â She said, after taking her own pashmina, which was colored a soft green, and draped it in her arms.
As they were walking, Lance calmed, and with every step, he regained his composure. And at the base of the steps were the ringmaster and the man he had seen, both of them with their hats off and their suits slightly rumpled. Shiro, with his ever-present man, made a motion, as for Lance and Pidge to come to them.
âGuys, this is Keith Kogane, and old friend of mine. He will be working with us from now on.â He said, allowing them three to start talking. Though Pidge seemed to be glaring at the man- Keith, while he kept staring at Lance. He didnât know if he should take this as a rude demonstration, or if Keith was just curious or -he liked this one- surprised and out of breath.
âSo whatâs your act, Keith?â Lance asked, folding his arms and smirking slightly. If he was going to walk into his home, heâd better be surprising.
The young man stammered, finally replying. âI⌠donât have an act.â He simply said, his eyes glued on Lance, who chuckled softly and looked defiantly at him, as if daring him to say something else, though when Keith stayed quiet, he placed a hand over his hip, not afraid to show his sassy attitude. âEveryoneâs got an act, hot-shot.â He responded, and walked off, his head held high, proud, and already feeling Pidgeâs glare still on Keith.
He slowed down a bit, allowing the girl to catch up with him, and as soon as they were together again, Pidge visibly scoffed. âWho is he? He seems to be one of those rich guys around town, wasting money in nothingâŚâ She said, with a dark shadow over her eyes, though Lance could only laugh.
âYâknow, come to think of it, I believe I have heard of him before. Son of some very famous business people, with an absent mother and a gone father, their fortune passed down to him.â He said, turning his head back to look at the Asian men, only to find out that Keith still was looking at him. Goddamn him- Lance returned to Pidge, trying to hide his blush. âBut who knows- he might be good for the family.â He decided, and both of them retreated to their rooms.
