Criss was standing there, very beautiful, but yet rather vunerable. I could attack him at any second, but no. Not the right time and place. Sadie could put me back into the straight-jacket, getting dragged to the dreaded hoosegow. *sighs* It would be better being locked up with Hannibal Lecter than being alone. At least I'll have some genius to speak to and to share ideas with. We could be partners in crime together, freaking out Jodie Foster, making her job meer and meer harder than it really is, and making the clues much meer difficult than how they really are. I wonder if Criss could be my partner in crime. The trouble we would cause. He's probably slick enough to fool and pick-pocket a police officer, while I steal the policeman's vehicle and push it into Lake Mead. I have quite the cleaver master mind, I really truly do. When Criss yelled into the microphone,"Are u ready?!" Most of the women made catcalls and purring noises screaming,"You're sexy! I'm available after the show!" and all that nonsense. I stayed quiet with a smirk on my face. I bet without his precious cameras and most of his crew, he is powerless. I shall see him fall, in such a beautiful, sexy way.
He blew my mind completely. It was as if he took a Hatori Hanzo sword and lopped the very top, boven of my head off so surgically and carefully in such quick motion, leaving me to live long enough to say my last words. Suddenly, he started calling people up there with him. If it was a patient he wanted, he had to ask Sadie if they were eligible to get up there (you know, in the right state of mind because some of the girls black out at random, kinda like I do.). I so badly wanted him to call me up there. To take me away. But no. He called Susan first. So, it's going to be like that,huh?
Susan acted all flirty. He did an odd homage to Russian Roulette. No gun of any kind, but four plastic cups and a knife. Hmm, this looks rather interesting. "Okay, Susan, I'm gonna turn my back now. u place the mes under any cup u want to and tell me when you're finished, okay?" "Okay, but do I still get to see that adorable butt of yours?" "Um, *chuckles* if it makes u happy." "Ooh, he's flirty too. Sadie, let's keep him!" Criss was beginning to turn awfully red on his beautiful face from Susan's comment. The girls started to make meer "woohoos!" and catcalls towards him. They acted meer like this than when David Blaine came to visit. They only made those noises when Susan stuck her tongue down that poor man's throat. He was really good at illusions too, but Criss seemed better. Criss had meer energy and spark. Blaine on the other hand, wasn't as peppy of flirty. Criss turned his back and made sure his eyes were closed. Susan arranged the cups and mes in her own way.
Criss turned around and placed Susan's hand on his shoulder, but Susan said,"Honey, I can go lower than that." Criss started giggling adorably and said,"Okay, but for now, your hand goes on my shoulder. I have a hard time concentrating when a person goes lower than that. But concentrate on where u put the knife. This is purely an act of mentalism, okay?" Criss steadied his hand, hovering over the cups. He hovered over each and everyone of them. He went back to the right, and hit the first cup. Slam! The cup shattered into pieces, defenseless to Criss' strong hands. One meer to the left was smashed door Criss' hand, until a 50/50 chance was all that was left. Susan started to look nervous and meer nervous, as Criss hovered his hand over both of them, studying them to see which one was the mes cup. Susan flinched as Criss slammed the cup to the right, while the one to the left had the knife. Susan jumped up and down like a little school girl and kissed Criss right on the lips. I was burning of anger on the inside, as Sadie took Susan off stage and took her somewhere else. Criss coughed a little, shaking off embarrassment, as he called me onto the stage next. I nervously walked up there, as he stared into my eyes. He asked,"What's your name?" I nervously replied,"Mimi." "Okay, Mimi, have u ever been hypnotized?" "A few times during therapy, but never hypnotized door beauty such as you." I clasped my hands to my mouth as the girls made catcalls again and Criss chuckled in such a sexy way. He told me to look deep into his eyes and clear my mind. So impossible to do in the eyes of such beauty. I mean, he looked like an angel that had just came down from Heaven just for me. I closed my eyes, so relaxed, as I felt him lift me. I felt weightless, but yet I was dreaming, as I heard background noises. I was dreaming of the two of us together and in love. A few minuten later, I found myself on the floor, with him over me. He asked,"Are u okay?" "Never better. I felt great." He grabbed my hands, as I felt weak, and pulled me up. I never used any of my weight, so his strength just pulled me up just like that. It felt so quick, as I felt dizzy and sleepy.
After the show, some of the orderlies rounded up the women and took them back into their rooms. I saw Criss talking to Sadie, as Sadie took me up on stage. She said,"Mimi, Criss wants to talk and hang out for a moment, so do u mind if he wants to of not?" I looked at her and said,"No, I don't care." Criss looked at me so sweetly, as we went outside in the yard.
All we did was talk. Just talk and sharing ideas. I found out there wasn't a huge difference between us. There was a gap in personalities, since I was in a mental institution and he wasn't, but I felt so normal and okay around him. The whole anger and white hot angry lust about him was gone. I still had feelings about him, but positive feelings. His words of hope, faith, and imagination made me realize something. Maybe there is hope in the world and good things. His story of starting out small and then working hard to become how he is today was amazing. I told him about my past, and how sad of a life I've had, and he didn't act all,"Oh u poor baby." type. He was casual towards me. When he had to leave, he gently kissed me on the cheek, and hoped to see me volgende time. That's when I had to make my move.
When nobody was watching I snuck onto the back of his Mindfreak bus. I hid where no one could see me, and now I can say goodbye to this place forever.
He blew my mind completely. It was as if he took a Hatori Hanzo sword and lopped the very top, boven of my head off so surgically and carefully in such quick motion, leaving me to live long enough to say my last words. Suddenly, he started calling people up there with him. If it was a patient he wanted, he had to ask Sadie if they were eligible to get up there (you know, in the right state of mind because some of the girls black out at random, kinda like I do.). I so badly wanted him to call me up there. To take me away. But no. He called Susan first. So, it's going to be like that,huh?
Susan acted all flirty. He did an odd homage to Russian Roulette. No gun of any kind, but four plastic cups and a knife. Hmm, this looks rather interesting. "Okay, Susan, I'm gonna turn my back now. u place the mes under any cup u want to and tell me when you're finished, okay?" "Okay, but do I still get to see that adorable butt of yours?" "Um, *chuckles* if it makes u happy." "Ooh, he's flirty too. Sadie, let's keep him!" Criss was beginning to turn awfully red on his beautiful face from Susan's comment. The girls started to make meer "woohoos!" and catcalls towards him. They acted meer like this than when David Blaine came to visit. They only made those noises when Susan stuck her tongue down that poor man's throat. He was really good at illusions too, but Criss seemed better. Criss had meer energy and spark. Blaine on the other hand, wasn't as peppy of flirty. Criss turned his back and made sure his eyes were closed. Susan arranged the cups and mes in her own way.
Criss turned around and placed Susan's hand on his shoulder, but Susan said,"Honey, I can go lower than that." Criss started giggling adorably and said,"Okay, but for now, your hand goes on my shoulder. I have a hard time concentrating when a person goes lower than that. But concentrate on where u put the knife. This is purely an act of mentalism, okay?" Criss steadied his hand, hovering over the cups. He hovered over each and everyone of them. He went back to the right, and hit the first cup. Slam! The cup shattered into pieces, defenseless to Criss' strong hands. One meer to the left was smashed door Criss' hand, until a 50/50 chance was all that was left. Susan started to look nervous and meer nervous, as Criss hovered his hand over both of them, studying them to see which one was the mes cup. Susan flinched as Criss slammed the cup to the right, while the one to the left had the knife. Susan jumped up and down like a little school girl and kissed Criss right on the lips. I was burning of anger on the inside, as Sadie took Susan off stage and took her somewhere else. Criss coughed a little, shaking off embarrassment, as he called me onto the stage next. I nervously walked up there, as he stared into my eyes. He asked,"What's your name?" I nervously replied,"Mimi." "Okay, Mimi, have u ever been hypnotized?" "A few times during therapy, but never hypnotized door beauty such as you." I clasped my hands to my mouth as the girls made catcalls again and Criss chuckled in such a sexy way. He told me to look deep into his eyes and clear my mind. So impossible to do in the eyes of such beauty. I mean, he looked like an angel that had just came down from Heaven just for me. I closed my eyes, so relaxed, as I felt him lift me. I felt weightless, but yet I was dreaming, as I heard background noises. I was dreaming of the two of us together and in love. A few minuten later, I found myself on the floor, with him over me. He asked,"Are u okay?" "Never better. I felt great." He grabbed my hands, as I felt weak, and pulled me up. I never used any of my weight, so his strength just pulled me up just like that. It felt so quick, as I felt dizzy and sleepy.
After the show, some of the orderlies rounded up the women and took them back into their rooms. I saw Criss talking to Sadie, as Sadie took me up on stage. She said,"Mimi, Criss wants to talk and hang out for a moment, so do u mind if he wants to of not?" I looked at her and said,"No, I don't care." Criss looked at me so sweetly, as we went outside in the yard.
All we did was talk. Just talk and sharing ideas. I found out there wasn't a huge difference between us. There was a gap in personalities, since I was in a mental institution and he wasn't, but I felt so normal and okay around him. The whole anger and white hot angry lust about him was gone. I still had feelings about him, but positive feelings. His words of hope, faith, and imagination made me realize something. Maybe there is hope in the world and good things. His story of starting out small and then working hard to become how he is today was amazing. I told him about my past, and how sad of a life I've had, and he didn't act all,"Oh u poor baby." type. He was casual towards me. When he had to leave, he gently kissed me on the cheek, and hoped to see me volgende time. That's when I had to make my move.
When nobody was watching I snuck onto the back of his Mindfreak bus. I hid where no one could see me, and now I can say goodbye to this place forever.
