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When I was a kid, the only reason I never complained about going to church, was because I would stand in the pews and pray to become a fairy princess when I grew up.
And now, at twenty years old, I was the most magical fairy princess you'd ever seen.
I stepped out of my mother's bright yellow minivan, thanking her with a few dollars of my profits. I took in the appearance of the house before me –pink and purple flowers sprung from where to white picket fence pierced into the ground. The smell of freshly cut grass filled my nostrils, the cool breeze making the smell even more pungent.
I approached the side gate of the house, appreciating the fact that it was already opened. As I walked further into the back yard, shrill screams erupted from the little girls, who were all dressed in fairy outfits similar to my own.
"Hi there!", one of the girls chirped, waddling up to me, "I'm Indigo, and I'm five today!"
"I know! How exciting!", I grinned in over exaggerated chirpiness.
The thing about being a party entertainer, is that your wig can be itchy as all hell. Your dress can be bursting at the seems since maybe you ate a little too much fast food last week, but you will always act happily around the children.
Or so that was my approach to it.
"Ah, fuck!", a voice hissed from behind me. The birthday girl –Indigo– gasped loudly. Other little girls, and a few boys, began to gather around us. I turned to see a man –who I couldn't actually see the face of– in a chunky dinosaur costume, which was now stained from the green grass he'd fallen onto after tripping over the garden hose.
"He said a bad word!", Indigo cried, running towards the back door of the house screaming, "mummy, mummy! There's a naughty dinosaur at my party!"
"Who said a bad word?", a woman said, entering the back yard with a tray of party food in her hands.
"The dinosaur!", another little girl exclaimed, pointing a grubby finger at the guilty reptile.
"Dinosaur? I didn't hire a dinosaur", she uttered, obviously very confused.
The dinosaur man appeared next to me, a sheepish look on the small part of his face that was visible.
"I'm at the right address. The guy who wanted me –what was his name? Oh yeah, Frank! That's who called me", he explained, "is there no Frank here?"
The mother pressed her fingertips to her temples.
"Goddamnit Frank", she muttered to herself, "it seems that my husband booked you without telling me. Now we've got a fairy princess and a dinosaur."
