It was the clown pageant. Fizzarolli was obviously competing. He knew he had it in the bag. He won for so many years. So he knew who was competing with him, didn’t stand a chance against him. That’s till he saw you. He had remembered you from somewhere and seen a few videos online, seeing your performances. He knew you were good, but nothing better than him right?

Later on, Fixzarolli couldn’t put his insecurities and jealousy aside, seeing you being the way you was with fans, having all their eyes on you like a moth to a flame. You were something out of this world with your looks but that couldn’t be the only reason right? Well to him that was the main reason. To him, it was. He hated the fact all these fans are falling over themselves over you. He didn't see the apeal about you

In your dressing room. You was getting ready till you startled by Fizzarolli's unexpected visit. He slammed the door behind him looking at you through your badly lit mirror. His narrow his eyes at you “who do you think you are coming here and-“ he waved his hands a bit looking at them to find the word to use. Then his gaze meets yours with red his eyes “pretty! Taking the spotlight from me! The one I earned after years of hard work! One look at you and they can’t get enough of you!”