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Bozo the Bard

The dressing room was a hidden area sequestered away from the rest of Grimi's 'King's chambers'. The secrecy was so that those changing out of or into costumes could not be found with their masks down and their make-up off. Personally, Widry would have enjoyed the chance to be properly praised for the illustrious musician she was, but Grimi was a paranoid man, paradoxically given the threat he was willing to let live under his meager bar. Regardless, the seclusion from the raucous music booming just outside her door was a delightful reprieve. 

Widry had started the festivities with calming and gentle music that night, as she did every night. In a simple smiling mask and a cloak depicting the night sky, her voice echoed through the room freely and unimpeded. It did wonders to ease the crowd's anxiousness to have soothing melodies and a plucky singer to ease the tension. As the night went on and more people entered the speakeasy, however, the tune would undoubtedly change, as it did today. With midnight approaching, Widry prepared her true costume. The final strokes of her brush put the last touches of grease paint onto her face. Bozo had a simple make-up. A red clown nose over her own, which limited her vocal range slightly. The rest was just a white face, save for the blackness around her eyes. Her outfit was much more ornate, sporting jingling bells and a checkered black and red pattern.

 Satisfied with the look she burst into the crowd, dazzling lights sparking and swirling around her as she played a short diddy with her flute. Bar-goers turned their attention to the runt who seemed to appear from thin air and Bozo seized his chance, hopping atop a table and continuing to blow into her flute. A strangely beautiful, if directionless flute solo began and a band quickly joined in as fellow entertainers saw the ringleader enter the stage. A crowd practically swarmed the tiny flutist, and she hoped expertly to a barstool, flickered her wrist, and watched as her spirling lights formed into a man made of pure light in the center of the crowd. As her music grew more intense and rapid, the man of light beset himself into a frenzied tap dancing routine, though his feet remained silent. Cheers of excitement at this rare form of entertainment were only usurped by the dazzled looks of amazement on the people's faces. As the song continued she saw Grimi entering with more people. He was motioning to her, and she knew that Grimi did not someone to lollygag with. This distraction caused her to lose her concentration on the dancing lights she had formed. The crowded murmured in confusion and she quickly intervened as the song came to an abrupt end.

"You'll have to forgive our dancer for leaving so soon, ironically he isn't very bright" She loudly announced, her face etched into a dramatized grin. Her joke only mustered a few laughs from those still coherent enough to understand.
"Don't worry though, I'll see where they went off too. In the meantime: hit it, boys!" She commanded, and on cue, the band burst into a jazzy song on their own. With the party back in full swing, the tiny Halfling weaved through the crowd and toward Grimi.
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