Performance after performance dragged across the stage. Dancers twirled. Singers belted. A boy juggled flaming torches while another recited a poem about the ocean. The audience clapped and cheered and laughed at all the right moments.
Leo sat still, his gray eyes fixed on the stage, but he wasn't watching. Not really. His mind was elsewhere.
He was bored.
Deeply, profoundly, painfully bored.
The music blurred together. The voices faded into background noise. The bright costumes and flashing lights became nothing more than a blur of color. He had sat through countless meetings, endless negotiations, hours of tedious paperwork. But this was somehow worse.
And the man beside him would not stop talking.
