His act was really very simple; when Maddy entered the tent she was handed a pair of high quality ear plugs for the noise and in the center of the tent was Dean, dressed in a black t-shirt, jeans, and boots. Costumes weren't typically his thing and he didn't feel what he did needed much jazzying up. There were assistants who would hold up bulletproof targets for him. He would shoot with his eyes closed, or after being spun around. Other times the targets would be moving: swinging from a trapeze, dangling the target in mid air.
He was a perfect shot every time, of course. The second half of his act was more basic with less logistics: they'd unload heavy items and he would lift them: a sectional sofa, a refrigerator, a truck, slabs of marble. Whatever they could find for him, really.
When the act was over, he took no bows, clearly entirely lacking in a flair for the dramatic. He cleared his throat and nodded toward the audience, leaving the assistant to handle the fanfare as he exited the tent, catching sight of Maddy off to the side. He nodded to her. "Ma'am." He surreptitiously lowered his gaze to the dress, checking her out before meeting her eyes again.