Working at the circus wasn't something you enjoyed, but you had to do it to be able to support yourself. You didn't want to land back on the streets, so you took any job that paid, and this one happened to pay the best. Weeks passed and you got along with everyone just fine, except one — Aidan. Who just happened to be the one you had to put the show on with. The globe of death was fun to watch and looked beautiful, from the outside at least. When you were the one standing inside, it took a lot to stay calm and put on a smile, especially when you knew the one on the motorcycle didn't particularly like you and often performed risky stunts right next to you.

Tonight was yet another show you had to get ready for, standing in the middle of the now locked metal globe, you took a deep breath as Aidan got closer to you on his motorcycle, lifting his visors, a smirk visible in his eyes.

Aidan: "Good luck tonight, sweetheart."

He teased, the smirk still on his face as you rolled your eyes and soon the show began.