\Bandit smirked as he snuck into the theater, rich people where in for an opera tonight and Bandit had learned from experience rich people were going to have expensive, and lose, jewelry. He grabbed a top hat and cane of the wall and twirled it as someone important looking walked by, Bandit froze when he said, "Ah! You must be the substitute for the first act before the show starts! ...Well? Aren't you going to get on stage? The curtains are about to come up!" There was nothing Bandit could do without looking like a thief by running, not that he wasn't a thief, he just didn't want to get arrested. Looks like its time to put on a show. Bandit thought as the important person, probably the manager, escorted him to the stage. Bandit stood in front of the curtains, once he was in place they began to open, and Bandit got a full view of the audience. Bandit blinked in surprise, the audience didn't look anything close to rich, most of them were wearing things that were either practically falling off, or that looked a couple sizes too small. Bandit then spotted a sign near the entrance, where a few of the audience that couldn't find seats were, it proclaimed in large letters: CHARITY OPERA #-##-#### The audience was looking at him curiously, he hadn't moved since the curtain had come up a minute ago. Bandit tipped his top hat to the crowd, he was no robin hood, he didn't steal from the rich and give to the poor, but he never stole from the poor, only the rich were the ones with money to spare. He let a smile creep onto his face as he performed, dancing all over the stage, twirling the cane, tipping his hat, and kicking his legs into the air. The audience was loving it, they were wooping and screaming as he preformed. Finally the curtains began to descend, Bandit gave one overly extravagant bow, and the curtains hid him from view. As the audience started calling for more, the manager rushed up beaming, "Great job!" he told Bandit, "They loved you! I'll be sure to hire you again for another act sometime!" Bandit smiled, but didn't reply. As he left he took the top hat and cane with him, but he wasn't going to sell these, he'd keep them for the memory. Bandit looked at the sky, it wasn't too late yet, he still had more work to do, more people to be stolen from, more stolen things to sell to dealers who didn't ask questions, and more fun to be had before the night was over.
