Completing his spin, he brought it down hard, well away from the man’s head, but clipping one of the flying jesters. The man, obvious distracted bef...re, glanced up, surprised.“Pardon me, but haven’t you ever had one of those days when you felt like dancing?”“Not in some time,” he admitted, “but seeing you enjoying yourself makes me feel better. Please, continue.”Smiling, Phil bowed in acknowledgment, before spinning in the opposite direction with one leg outstretched, clobbering another jester. But that didn’t stop them from having a couple pops of cheap champagne as they dolled up. They were all in a merry mood, which would transfer over to the festivities, and thereby infect all of the guests. The weather was good, clear and warm.The wedding went well, another short and sweet ceremony for the preacher, although there were coy smiles and subtle eye contact between Max and Hannah, and between Ella and Carly, which they all hoped nobody noticed.The reception was a blast. Ella was. Unlike most girls of her age thinking about the same things, however, Laura had more serious issues to worry about. Her mother had been divorced for just over ten years now, and Laura hadn't even seen her dad in three. He used to pay child support regularly, however since July of last year, the payments had dropped off entirely. Her mum was working double shifts, but it wasn't enough. Laura needed to get a job of her own, which brought her to her second trouble. Boys.Laura knew that it was an. Alright? Right now, I just need to be alone, to sleep maybe a bit," Ok," I said, patting her lightly on her smooth and flawless shoulder.I exited the trailer back out into the quickly increasing heat of the day. Heading back to the main building where production was done for the show, I glanced around for the producers. Spotting a man sitting in a chair behind the cameras, I walked over towards him. I was cut off however, by someone I really didn't want to deal with."Dean baby, what's shaking?".