@peterpaulwisdom
This was a once in a lifetime opportunity. Crash Thompson had been asked to perform in London and the whole circus, naturally, followed in suite. Behave Johnny. Don’t let them know you’re a foreigner Johnny. Blend in Johnny. BEHAVE JOHNNY. Each snippet of the lecture he received the second the entire troupe began their crawl out of an economy flight was mumbled under his breath as she put up flyers for the show next week around the back alleys of London. He could have complained all day, sinking into the over-sized leather jacket just barely hanging on his shoulders as he tried to hide form the cold that consumed England had he not been disrupted by the beginnings of a crowd.
A particularly nasty crowd from the snippets he heard.
Slowly did he approach the unruly group, bright flyers red white and blue tucked under his arm. “Howdy fellas,” The voice was low and cautious, as he analysed the situation eyes locking on the smaller boy they’d tucked behind their ranks. “Y’all having problems over here?”
