Prompt:
It's time to show off some of your free talent. Your character has to make a performance on stage of your own choosing. They can sing, they can dance, tell a joke. All powers are now working so feel free to show them off.

This time if you would like to add one extra character you may. However you can only add one, not more than that and they must be relevant to the scene. For example, a friend or family member can be in the audience supporting them or perhaps they could do a duet with your character on stage.

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The lights dimmed until all was dark, leaving only a single spotlight at the center of the stage. Meixong stood in the middle of it, holding a large piece of quartz.

"Below your seats is a small crystal." Meixong waited for the shuffling to stop. "Hold on to that crystal tight, and try not to let go."

For all those who held the quartz, the stage darkened, leaving Meixong the only one visible, as if the light had never gone at all. The darkness felt as if it swirled and swayed. Some swore they caught glimpses of something in the fog. None could take a second look, however, as Meixong appeared before each person's eyes, much closer than they were before.

"Perhaps you recognized the amplific quartz from my audition and my methods." Meixong turned, walking forward into nothing as the viewers remained ten paces away. "In my world, some mages are born with specific abilities. Manifesting sentient vines, creating little sparrows of light, controlling the speed of time...the possibilities are endless. Some, however, gain a...unique type of notoriety, receiving a name and a reputation. And for my specialty?" Meixong glanced over their shoulder. "Some call it Fear."

For a moment, three gruesome scenes flashed before the audience's eyes: a bloodied dungeon with chains connected to something discernible; an open field with the half-decayed bodies of soldiers; a temple with grotesque sigils painted onto the wall. Each had its own sensation, their own smell, and screams.

But just as quickly as it started, it ended, with now a lush field surrounding them. Soft rolling hills seemed to go on for miles, with only a few trees spotted here and there. Delicate white flowers bloomed at the audience's feet. Meixong sat in the grass, legs crossed, and the rest followed suit.

"But as you can see, Fear is a rather inaccurate description of what my specialty is. An illusion." Meixong shrugged as they waved their hand, a bunny popping up from behind them before sitting. "Sometimes I use my ability to tell my son stories, or even for my own meditation."

The scene shifted again to an evergreen forest. A shallow ravine with a babbling creek running through it echoed a few feet away. The wind rustled the leaves above as songbirds chirped in the distance.

"Of course, I could always make things appear more fantastical—"

The trees flipped upside-down in a blink along with the leaves being gaudy shades of pink and yellow.

"—but I prefer to keep things more natural for immersion," Meixong finished, and the trees returned to normal. "Few realize the capabilities of illusions. Everyone else prefers outright powerful abilities like fire and earth, so I suppose my affinity is mine alone. Besides, none of you realized I was never on stage to begin with."

The illusion lifted soon after, the audience now able to see each other and the venue untouched. But when everyone looked to the stage, no one stood upon it. Instead, Meixong sat on the judge's table, legs crossed ankle-over-knee as they leaned back. A sly smile tugged on their lips.

"And that's a secret I can keep a little longer."