How Trixie Met Octavia -Complete-

I had never expected to fall in love with a person who would call themselves the “Great and Powerful Trixie”, but alas, love works in mysterious ways. Many of my friends wonder what I see in her, unable to see what I see in her heart. Of course, there was a time when I shared their view. I, too, would have seen a relationship with Trixie as abhorrent and downright impossible. However, getting to know a person has a way of changing how you feel about someone. It did not take long for me to see the person inside.

She first drew me into her life a year ago, during one of her performances. At the time, I was always busy trying to enhance my stage presence with my cello performances. Out of curiosity, I attended one of her magic shows. My intent was to study her as she performed, perhaps I might notice something about how she conducts herself. The true magic a magician does is entertain the audience to distract them from what’s truly happening. If I watched her carefully, I might learn a trick or two from her. Of course, I was slightly disinterested in the idea of attending a magic show. The incredibly empty audience didn’t help to convince me I was going to have a good time either. I marked this off as people going out of their way to avoid her and tried my best to enjoy the show.

Trixie managed to do more than just just hold my interest. The stage work was brilliant, start to finish. Her use of smoke and light was masterful and kept me dazzled the whole time. The way she was able to shape and control the world around her was stunning, how could I ever hope to match her stage skills? At the end of the show I gave her a standing ovation and pushed my way past the rest of the small audience to ask her as many questions as I could. She even kept up her stage act after the end of the show, that’s professionalism. “The great and powerful Trixie will be more than willing to speak with her fans as soon as she gets some much needed rest.”

While the other handful of people filed out of the empty auditorium, I waited patiently for her to return. I took the time to study the stage. There was no visible signs of trap doors, mirrors, lights, etc. It was like she actually performed magic. Trixie came back, dressed in her usual school attire with a duffel bag that no doubt contained her outfit and props. At first, she was a bit surprised to see me here, but she quickly fell back into character. “The Great and Powerful Trixie will be happy to sign any autographs for her adoring fans.”

“I’m actually hoping you could answer a few questions for me.”

“Aw, a reporter! No doubt here to tell the world of my many accomplishments.” The tone in her voice seemed to suggest she believed every word she was saying. “Go ahead and ask away.”

“Well, I was just wonder how you performed your magic.”

“Oh, so you mean this?” Trixie snapped her fingers and a flame appeared on the top of her thumb. The flame reminded me of a cheap gas station lighter, and was constant and didn’t burn out. I made a point to investigate her hand and her sleeves. The flame was hot and burned at my hand, so where was it coming from? How did she start it? “Sleight of Hand is so last century, Trixie is the new era of magic.” She blew on it and it extinguished.

“You’re probably wondering ‘Trixie, how do you do magic?’ Well, the truth is,” She paused for dramatic effect, “I don’t know!”

My jaw dropped. Either she was a good actor, or she seriously did not know how she did any of this. “You see, I perform magic not because I learned it, but because it’s what I, good at. My super special talent so to speak. Magic comes naturally to me. I don’t know how or why, but it does.”

“So you just think it and it happens?” I asked, still dumbfounded.

“Don’t you do the same thing with your instrument as a musician?” There was so much wrong with that statement I wasn’t sure where to begin. Years of practice, tons of work studying fine arts and- “Not everyone can play your instrument, and lesser few can play it well.”

“There are many people that can play the cello, it’s not an instrument mutually exclusive to myself.”

“And there are many magicians, but only one of them is the Great and Powerful Trixie.”

“How does this apply to your ability to perform magic? What makes you different from them?”

Trixie sighed. “I am the Great and Powerful Trixie, that’s what makes me different.” She shook her head and began to walk away.

I mulled over what she said. She had a natural talent with magic because of who she is as person? Was she implying that her skills as a performer were not learned or perfected, but given at birth? What help is there for me as a performer myself? How can I better improve who I am if I can’t- wait. Why should I try to learn how to be better. Trixie performs to a cored large to count on one hand and she loves it more than anything else. Perhaps I shouldn’t try to emulate her style, but her attitude! Despite everything, Trixie loves who she is and that’s what makes her unique. She believes in herself as a performer and I should believe in myself as well.

I turned to see Trixie almost out the door. “Trixie wait!” She stopped, but didn’t turn around. “Do you, maybe, want to hang out some time?”

Trixie and I went out the next day after school for dinner. It was an enjoyable meal, to say the least. Getting to know her was quite fun, she had a perspective on life that I found admirable, especially with her acceptance and appreciation for who she is. She loves being different from the others, and revels in being abrasive. She finds that being a foil is a fun way to bring out the best in others, to encourage them to be a better version of themselves. At first, I was a bit put off by someone who enjoyed being the antagonist. After all, who wants to be the villain? However, I remembered how ever story of personal growth needed a challenge to surmount, and Trixie had chose to be that person. I grew to respect her for it.

Over time, respect turned into love. I found myself constantly thinking about her what she would say, asking myself what she would do. I never thought I would feel this way about another girl, but there I was. She was intoxicating, she become my drug. Although, it wasn’t an unhealthy obsession; I wasn’t stalking her or anything of the sort. No, I simply found myself acting differently around her. My gave would linger in her, soaking her in losing myself in thoughts about us being together. However, I wasn’t sure if she felt the same way. I didn’t want to make a fool of myself for almost instantly falling in love with her. I didn’t want to risk losing her by scaring her away with my love.

After school, we would soften hang out at the CHS sports fields and sit on the bleachers and talk. We’d talk about many things of various importance, but one day Trixie threw me a difficult and hard hitting question. “If I kissed you, how you respond?”

This question was a minefield. I was absolutely unsure how to reposed. Was she simply asking for fun? No, that was too simple, she must have noticed my attraction and was calling me out on it. She must want to get me to confess about my feelings, to know for certain before leaving me out of disgust. “I, uh, don’t know what I do.” I responded.

It was quiet for a moment as I collected my thoughts. She seemed upset by my answer, Amy e she wanted to hear something more reassuring. Maybe this really was a hypothetical. “What I meant to say was,” I clarified, “if you kissed me then you would do so only if you had feelings for me. If you did, then I would have feelings for you as well and kiss you back.”

“Really?” Trixie sounded incredulous. “Well let’s say I confess that I am head over heels madly in love with you. Would you do the same?”

Having gotten to know Trixie over these past couple months, I believe I have a healthy grasp on how she thinks and talks. At this point I am quite familiar with her cyclical and hypothetical methods of saying things that are very important. “Of course. If you love me then I would love you too.”

“Then I believe that this is a good time for a magic trick!” Trixie pulled out a coin and tossed it into the air with a flick of her thumb. Of course, it disappeared. “See how I hav made the coin disappear with just a flick of my fingers.”

She sat closer to me, and put her hands in mine. “Can you feel how it is not in my hands?” I nodded.

Trixie reached forward, slowly pushing my hair behind my ear. “It doesn’t seem to be behind your ear.” I weakly held my breath, quickly catching on to what she was doing.

Trixie put my hands on her cheeks and then put her own in my face. Her hands were warm and I could somewhat feel her erratic heartbeat. Maybe I was just feeling my own. “Now, were going to do the most difficult part of the trick.”

The kiss was everything I could have hoped for. It wasn’t short and sweet, but lasted a long time. We savored that moment, soaking in the first kiss. We were enjoying it for some time, it was hard to tell. When we finally pulled away, Trixie had a huge grin on her face. At that moment I noticed the coin was between my lips. How did she do that? She laughed and put it in her pocket. After our second kiss, the coin was there again. Pocketing it, she reached two fingers between the buttons of my shirt and pulled the coin out of my shirt. “It seems you’re covered in coins.”

“I guess I’m under some sort of spell.”

“Well don’t worry, the Great and Powerful Trixie will not rest until she relieves you of this curse.”

Needless to say, there was a spell on me, but it wasn’t a curse. I was in love, and so was Trixie. I wouldn’t have it any other way.