The sudden noise had shocked everyone. Zeryon immediately took a step towards the back end of the stage.
"What mess has happened?" Zeryon asked.
Heva followed him behind. "Here you go. It must be Madrox's snob, I bet," Heva grumbled.
She was correct. When Zeryon peeked behind the black curtains that separated the stage, he saw a large burst of fire in the center of the stage, as well as some furniture scattered. And Madrox was standing in the middle area. Absolutely chaos.
"Ladies and gentlemen, please relax. Now it's showtime," Madrox said, as he was aware that the audience was getting restless.
The other peeping crew members looked to be biting their fingers, and their foreheads were covered in sweat. They didn't seem to want this at all.
"Should we lower the curtains? This seems to be out of the way." One of the crew who was wearing earpiece asked the others, but there was no answer. Perhaps, everyone was still in shock. Then he turned to Zeryon.
"No need," Zeryon replied, "let's see first what Madrox wants to show."
Despite their disappointment, they agreed to Zeryon's suggestion.
The strains of the music beat echoed, signaling the start of the next art show. Madrox lifted his face and confidently walked into the blast of fiery flames. He was sprouting a pair of wings from his back.
Of course, the audience couldn't help but be amazed and terrified at the same time. Madrox then slowly climbed over the fire with his arms outstretched.
However, the flames seemed to be just like red smoke that caressed his huge body. People gaped, dumbfounded by what they were seeing.
Beautiful dancers emerged from the fire, then spread out to the front of the stage. They all swayed in unison. And Madrox joined the dance. Not in the fire, but his body was lifted into the air and danced beautifully. Everyone, including Heva Litten, must admit that Madrox was very talented in this area.
"Madrox Boaz! Madrox Boaz!"
The audience chanted Madrox's name over and over again in appreciation of him having satisfied them with a spectacular performance. He was like a black swan that flew and danced in the air.
After almost five minutes of dancing, the dancers returned to the blazing fire. Then, the fire went out. Meanwhile, Madrox made his way back to the stage floor.
Either Madrox imitated Zeryon or he was mesmerized by the beauty of a young woman. He came closer to the girl in a red dress at the edge of the stage. Yes, she was Gina Blitz.
"Would you dance with me, my beautiful?" Madrox's hand reached out to Gina's while leaning forward and crossing his legs.
Gina didn't answer his question, instead she looked to the left and right. She seemed to have doubts.
Zeryon clenched his fists. His chest rumbled as he saw Gina being approached by his own friend, but he could still control himself.
"C'mon, dance with him!" The young woman beside Gina excitedly clapped her hands and cheered her on.
"I'd love to, but I'm sorry, I can't dance. But I know she can." Gina pointed at the young woman with long black hair.
"All right, let's get on the stage," Madrox said to her.
Of course, the big-nosed lady had no objections; she simply followed Madrox's instructions and they danced on stage. He compensated for her simple movements, but it wasn't too bad; their dance was still beautiful.
Zeryon breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Gina refusing Madrox's request. The burning feeling in his chest slowly subsided. Honestly, he didn't want another man to approach the young woman he had just met.
After the dance was over, Madrox escorted the young woman off the stage.
"Thank you so much. I really enjoyed our dance," she said, though her hoarse voice sounded a little quivering.
"Anything for you, my lovely."
It seemed like one fan wasn't enough, so Madrox Boaz stepped up to his thrashing fans' reaching out for him. Then he greeted them one by one and shook their hands. Madrox's face, which had looked exhausted, now brightened. He grinned widely.
"Thank you for all the love you give, everyone!" Madrox said after meeting his fans.
Madrox bent down and spread out his arms. Then he went back to the center of the stage to say goodbye and close the art show. The entire audience applauded.
Madrox dashed backstage as the black curtain was lowered. His eyes were drawn to Zeryon and Heva, who were standing and watching him. Then, he approached them.
"Did you see that, my beautiful Heva Littlen? That show was easy." Madrox's nose looked puffy, as if he had won a national championship.
"You made everyone panic and almost ruined the show. You couldn't be more wrong," Heva squeaked.
Madrox was grinning broadly instead. "That was a surprised performance. And yes, technical problems sometimes happen."
She rolled her eyes upwards. "You just copied Zeryon. Your idea was not original. It was boring."
"Wait, what? I didn't copy anyone." Madrox just smirked.
Heva laughed and said, "You even approached the same girl. You don't need to deny it. If you really think you're better, then try something different."
"You didn't say that earlier. You just challenged me to do the same show as Zeryon's."
"Oh, dude, c'mon. I never said that." Heva raised her voice intonation with her hands on her hips.
"Why would you mad like that, Heva? Are you being jealous?"
"Who on earth be mad on you. You're simply overconfident."
Zeryon shook his head, seeing his two friends who never got along when they were close. There was always arguing, and no one was willing to compromise. It was annoying to see their drama but sometimes it could also make him laugh.
Meanwhile, Heva and Madrox argued endlessly, Zeryon fixed his gaze on Gina Blitz, who was conversing with a man next to her. She looked happy and seemed close to him. That made Zeryon wonder who the man was.