The Elevator Forty-Seventh Floor (Patreon)

Cardonali the magical imp was doing what he always did, he caused    trouble to others for his own amusement.  Cardonali had the ability to    put any thought into a person's mind and manipulate them as he wanted    to.  He stood unobserved or at least unacknowledged in the back of an    elevator waiting to see who would get in.

When Jordan and his mother had entered the elevator originally, she was about to sign him up for the little league.  He wanted his father to teach him how to play T-ball.

But after leaving the elevator she signed him up for a few 'little miss pageants' instead.  His mother was teaching him how to dance ballet.  It was his talent for the competition.

Like all those who compete for the first time, Jordan was having some cold feet.

"Jordan, just stand there a second while I fixed this hem," Jordan's mom told him.

Jordan did as his mother bid.  He kept his feet together forming a ninety degree angle and his wand in the air like he had been taught.  But his mind was racing.  "I'm not sure about this!" he said.

"About what?"

"They might know I'm not a girl."

"Don't be ridiculous, everyone at the pageant thinks your a girl."

"I'll be lying.."

"No one will ask.  You would have to tell them.  It's not a lie if you don't talk about something that no one asked in the first place."

"What if my hair falls off?"

"It's connected with some very strong clips.  An elephant couldn't pull it off without releasing the clips."

"What if my friends see me?  They'll know me"

"Your friends at a beauty pageant?  No way they will be there.  Don't worry about a thing, everything will turn out wonderfully."

"I guess you are right."

"It'll be fine. You'll be so happy when you win," Mom encouraged.

Jordan couldn't answer.  He didn't know if he wanted to be in the pageant in the first place.  Wasn't there some other league he wanted to join?  Jordan couldn't remember.

What Jordan didn't know was that some of his friends' sisters were competing in pageants.  It's not his friends that he should worry about it was their mothers.

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