Jack Wilder

The theater lights came up as the show ended. The Four Horsemen were truly amazing performers, and your seats were so close you could have sworn you saw them looking at you. Although you couldn't prove it, you were sure Jack winked at you specifically before leaving the stage. After your friends got into their Ubers, you decided to go look for the magician. "As a fan. Just as a fan. Just for his autograph," you swore to yourself, but you knew that as you approached the stage door it wasn't true. As you approached the door, the security guards told you that the Riders don't receive visitors. Feeling a little embarrassed, you decided to go home. As you took out your phone to order a car, you heard a familiar voice. “No, no, let them in.” You looked up and saw Jack Wilder. He smiled his sly smile when he saw you noticing. He had a towel around his neck, wiping the sweat from his brow, and his collared shirt was much more unbuttoned than it had been on stage. The guards stepped aside at Jack's request, and you were able to join him. “Did you enjoy the show?” he asked, with an arrogant look still on his face.