After succeeding in hitting each target at a bullseye, even pulling the bow with her feet, Kira bowed, and smiled, “Thank you!”

“Who's ‘you-know-who’?” someone yelled from the main audience, behind the VIP seating.

Kira’s face flushed, “I have to go now!” she stammered, and hurried off the stage.

It wasn’t until now that Sua had recognized Kira’s name. She was the person that Haejun and Seonwoo had been saying was extremely scary, The Archer, as the people called out when she first entered the stage. How is she the same person they’re so afraid of? She might have a cool gift, but she seemed like a rather sweet person. She asked herself as silence filled the whole auditorium, in preparation for Seonwoo’s entrance. The whole place went dark, and Sua’s eyes widened as she could faintly see people cleaning and moving things off of the stage.

“What’s he gonna do?” Sua mumbled.

The person beside her, though spaced out a bit, leaned over, “You’re his plus one, and you don’t even know what he does?”

Sua turned her head to face the woman beside her, “he told me he eats fire, and performs.” she turned her attention back to the stage, deciding not to engage in conversation.

The music started, and with an upbeat, yet somewhat eerie sound, the stage lit up. But not because of the lights, no, the whole place was still dark, the red glow coming from the stage reflecting off everyone’s eyes. It was on fire. Sua nearly leaped out of her seat, before recalling a few different conversations she had with Seonwoo, and some she had overheard. This is supposed to happen. Besides, Seonwoo said there was a water curtain around the stage.

The fire began to spin, and it was then that she recognized the bike-like ring it was lighting up. Seonwoo was holding it, and spinning it, as he leapt up and down, a huge grin on his face. He enjoyed it. Fun. Of course, he loves what he does. Sua smiled, before she noticed him throw the ring in the air, and pick up two sticks from the ground. They weren’t just cleaning the stage, they were preparing it for him, too.

He extended the sticks above him, and caught the ring before it landed on him. The fire changed color. What was on the sticks? Sua was smart enough to realize that what he did had a lot of science to it, as the ring was now flaming blue and purple. He tossed the ring in the air again, by the large matches he was holding, and swallowed each flame from them, before tossing them aside and letting the ring fall over him.

“Seonwoo!” Sua gasped, almost rising from her seat, still hoping this was still a performance. The people clapping and cheering behind her, and beside her, made her believe he still had a trick up his sleeve, but she couldn’t help but worry.

The bands that made the ring a bike wheel broke, and the ring of fire was around him. He spun around, kicking up his legs, and caught two torches still flaming, thrown at him from offstage, with his feet. His bare feet, nonetheless.

He’s gonna burn himself! Sua nearly stood up, This isn’t safe! Get out of there! She wanted to scream, but the gasps from the audience made it sound like he had this planned.

A laugh. Seonwoo’s laugh rang out, as he walked on his hands out of the ring of fire, and tossed the torches in the air before flipping onto his feet and catching them in his mouth. The fire blazed beside each one of his ears. With the wings on his eyes, and his hair brushed back, he almost resembled the resurrected phoenix. He grabbed them with his hands, swallowed each flame, and bowed lightly, before placing them down on the ground, and swallowing a gulp of water.

“Sorry for keeping you all waiting so long!” he yelled! “What type of fire do you wanna see tonight?”

Is he wearing a mic? Sua asked herself, as she looked at his ears. They didn’t show one when he nearly burned them off.

“Do fireworks!” someone yelled.

“Light your hands on fire!”

“The fire pit! The fire pit!” the audience screamed.

Seonwoo laughed, before squatting, “What about you, Sua?” he asked.

Sua looked straight at his still fire illuminated eyes. The ring of fire was still burning on the stage. “I really don’t know, I didn’t know this was what you did.”

Seonwoo leaped off the stage.

“Man, I wish I was a VIP.” someone mumbled from the main audience.

“I told you I ate fire.” he shrugged, before chuckling, “You wanna come on the stage with me? We’ve got this really pretty whip that I think you could use.”

“A whip?” she heard mumbling a few seats down from her.

“What’s he want her to do with that?”

“Um, thanks, um, Dragon,” Sua answered, with a gulp, “but the stage isn’t really my forte.”

Seonwoo cocked his head, “Okay, Suga,” he answered, before jumping backwards to a sitting position on the stage, “then I’ll just do the fire pit, then. You’re so lame.” he laughed a little, before jumping up again to the stage and yelling out, “Start it up!” He backflipped back into the ring of fire, and spun around, putting it all out.

He dipped his hands in something before lighting them on fire, “Are you ready?” he yelled, as fire lit up his hand. “Let’s blow this place up!” he yelled, his other hand was illuminated by the fire. He kicked up a bottle, and caught it in his mouth, before it fell to the ground a few seconds later. Quicker than she noticed the bottle rolling on the ground, he brought both hands together, and blew on them, lighting up a huge flame, giving enough light to the whole auditorium, before show hours.

Cheers erupted behind her, as her attention went again to Seonwoo, who was now spinning torches in his hands, and occasionally blowing, or spitting the fluid in his mouth, on them, which ignited them further. The music playing fit his performance perfectly. She didn’t think they’d use the fly-system again, but as he ran and spun around, the ring that had been on the ground began to rise into the air. A flame from his reckless spinning lit the ring on fire. Seonwoo picked up more torches, and spun them around.

“Oh no.” Sua mumbled.

Surprising her, yet again, he did a backflip, and caught one foot on the rising ring, which was now engulfed in flames. The cord pulling it was thankfully not igniting. While spinning the fire, in his hands, and supporting himself upside down with his foot, the ring began to spin slowly. She might have used too much gel on his hair, she noticed, seeing as it stayed in the exact same position, as when he had been standing. Hopefully it was non-flammable hair gel.

He bent his torso up, and had Sua been any further she wouldn’t have been able to notice his abs flexing. His back was now toward the audience, before the ring spun around for him to face them, his arms hooked around the ring, and he swallowed each flame, before lighting them back on fire from the ring he stood on. As it raised even higher, he lept off, his clothes catching fire. Landing on the ground, fireworks, though small, shot off. He grinned mischievously, as he ate the fire on the torches in his hands. With his clothes still burning, he picked up new torches, and twirled them around in his hands.

“Dragon, your clothes!” someone yelled.

“Your clothes are on fire!” another audience member yelled.

Seonwoo laughed, as he glanced down at his shirt, before doing a quick pirouette. Sure, with the fire no longer burning him, his clothes now looked a little tattered, but somehow it fit with the look so much better than before. But how was his pirouette so perfect?

“I knew he’d end up doing one.” someone mumbled.

“He always does…” another mumbled.

“But doesn’t that usually happen near the end of the performance?” “No way, does that mean it's almost over?”

The cheering continued over the talking, but Sua’s attention was solely on the giant grin Seonwoo displayed on his face, while doing air-cartwheels with his feet and hands on fire. She gulped, noticing his foot miss slightly, before he caught himself from falling off the stage. “Careful.”

He smiled at her, a quick snap of his fingers, and he jumped backwards back on the stage. He tapped his ear, and nodded. He climbed some stairs she hadn’t taken notice of at the back of the stage, just behind the canons, and stood on a supposed balcony. The fire remaining on the stage went out, the torch in his hand the only flame lighting up the auditorium. He tossed it, landing just behind the curtain around the edge of the large stage. A flame started to ignite, and spread from one side to the other. A wall of fire. A tall wall of fire. Even on that balcony, she could only see his face. To ribbons of flame ignited beside him, as he flicked his wrists. He jumped into the air, the fire ribbons flapping like a phoenix's wings. He broke through the fire, and landed on his feet, though quickly bending in a kneeling position as the ribbons found the ground. As soon as the edge of the ribbon landed on the ground, the fire was extinguished. The wall of fire, gone.

Cheering erupted from the audience, and yet, Seonwoo wasn’t done. Sua noticed. He still had a big moment, as she noticed him taking a sip from the bottle that rolled on the ground during his Brilliant Flame move. He closed his eyes, and tilted his head upward. His neck muscles stretched. She didn’t notice until a small flame was just above his nose, but as soon as it was there, he blew upward, and stood up in front of the hanging flaming sign he just created. It was the same fairy-like tattoo that was on his shoulder. The one with the tail. He had a serious face, as he stared above the audience, trying to act cool, no less.

The cheers went wild, as everyone in the audience stood up, with a standing ovation, round of applause, she decided to join, though instead of cheering, she smiled, as her hands clapped in sync with the people around her. They continued to clap, as he began to lose patience, and darted offstage, the sign still hanging, still burning. Sua took the opportunity to sit down.

“Dragon! Dragon! Dragon!” the audience screamed, wanting him to come out again, though, instead, the flaming fairy was extinguished, the lights came back on, as Yuna appeared on the stage.

“Dragon! Dragon!” the audience kept screaming.

“Thank you all for supporting Eunja , Kira, and Phoenix Dragon tonight! We have merchandise in the lobby, and Eunja  and Kira would be happy to take a photo with you. Please make your way out the doors behind you, thank you very much. Our VIPs have an exclusive interview time with Phoenix Dragon, before he’ll be more than happy to take a few photos with you. Thank you for coming again!” She turned in and walked off the stage after scanning the VIPs with her eyes.

As the audience behind them was leaving, the backstage door that Seonwoo had led her out of, opened, and Yuna walked out to her, “Seonwoo will be in his dressing room, shortly, he said he told you to meet him there after the show.” she whispered in her ear, “If you wouldn’t mind following me.” Sua obliged, and followed Yuna backstage.

“Did you even know your clothes caught on fire!” she heard an angry woman’s voice yelling. “Do you know how dangerous that could have been, Seonwoo!”

“Sorry, Kira,” Seonwoo mumbled, sitting pathetically in a seat, his eyes focused on the ground.

“You could have hurt someone! You could have burned down the whole place!”

“That would’ve been awesome,” he laughed, though she sensed some sarcasm in his tone.

“No it wouldn’t!” Kira hit him upside the head.

“Ow.”

“His dressing room is that way,” Yuna stated, gesturing in the direction, “Please just wait there.” She then turned, and made her way to Kira who was lecturing Seonwoo.

“The audience is now dispersing,” she stated, “Yuna had hoped to see Haejun, but somebody didn’t bring him.”

Sua made her way to the dressing room, as she heard Seonwoo’s voice defending himself.