Sorry but no crowd is going to see me naked
I go back to the position I was standing in, and slowly dissolve the light surrounding me, until all the crowd can see is me flying in the air in a leopard patterned dress, the crowd begins to go crazy after that performance.
They chant my name and applaud loudly, I hear catcalling and shrieks and the feeling is so overwhelming that I can’t stop the stream of tears that flow from my eyes.
They understand me here they don’t mind me being a freak, they have seen some of my crazy acts and they are ok with it.
In fact they are cheering me on, no one would understand just how good that feels for someone like me, someone who often battles to even except herself.
Each copy of me demonstrates some ability, each time the crowd keeps chanting more and more.
At the end of the show, all 32 copies surround me, creating a circle around me, as I call each part back into me.
I feel more and more powerful, more complete, the feeling is so exhilarating, I pick up each article of clothing as they fall to the floor once the duplicate is gone, as I give one last bow to my awaiting audience.