The Magical Pegasus Stage

After spending the early morning flying over inspiring Gulf stream waters, the Pegasus parked its wings in the reserved perch section saved for French Gargoyles overlooking creative activity. Observing humans visiting the tourist destination called the Carousel Club and slowly sipping Pepsi Cola the fantasy character, perused all the creatures given an allowance and a claiming option, hoping it would be used when defending their fast firm financially driven track.

There was a true corporate candy loving success, Wonka who ended up holding on, winning today’s first brass ring while others acted fast and flirty socializing in place.

“Watch it,” the Pegasus, quietly mentioned about the people monitoring show, “if you end up a breaker of chains, then you will be out of the money.”

Below, taking a second to instill the bourbon resolve theory, the long shot illusionist Mage, a legendary entertainment venue winner, bumped into a maiden having special weight and earning spotlight feature credibility.

“I am out of the money,” she said, “I came here to perform and now,”

Feeling a wisdom moment arrive, the trickster recounted a tale when a three-year-old Kentucky Joker lost his irons but did not fall off, only resulting in judges taking another glance, determining true reasons behind the non-profit ability.

“You have to summon your courage and then you will be in a show,” Mage explained encouraging, then aspiring the siren, before waving his dream making wand, “do you know you have an allowance option to claim?”

“When can I get that?”

“If you are four years old and above,”

“Really,”

Months past, turning the calendar year and out of the money still seemed ever dangerous the young lady strolled through all the craps table while being soothed by an Italian lounged area musical show, promoted as ‘Corelli’ the Hal and Dale production.

“Henley,” she heard.

Turning around, continuing the luring long shot ‘everything works out tradition', and fairly allowing Henley’s Joy to be witnessed when greeting her friend from Great Britain, “Marwad,” she answered remembering the acquaintance, always was a winner.

“No, I changed my name to Marwari, and I play India hip hop,”

“Really,” Henley smiled hearing rainbow pot golden chips clank.

Finishing her small chit chat experience, Henley ventured towards the pick-up cage claiming the allowance option.

More time elapsed and Mage manly strutted the grounds, noticing bright marquee lights gleaming, “Marwari Live Tonight Presented by Baccarat.”

Then Henley professionally wearing a Nordstrom business attire emerged instigating Mage to enter the setting, “so, your name is Baccarat?”

“No,” Henley replied, “My legal name is Henley, I only changed it to Baccarat since it fit the scene.”

Chuckling a little laugh with applause Pegasus enjoyed the stage presentation and giving an approval nod, the iconic figure bid adieu to the statuesque artistic guardian angels before departing, knowing everybody went home from the theater satisfied.