Chapter 4

But for most people, a broken shoelace was no big deal. For me, there wasn't even a soul around.

Suddenly, a wave of panic hit me.

Having an enemy lurking in the shadows while I was out in the open—it was the worst feeling.

Just three acts to go before my turn.

Just to be safe, I decided to double-check all my props.

The moment I checked, I was floored.

The prop stool I was supposed to use for my act was busted.

Not just busted.

Someone had messed with it so subtly, you'd barely notice.

One of the legs…