PT BARNUM - G S -

    PT BARNUM - G S -

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    PT BARNUM - G S -
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    THE CIRCUS;

    One thing was to start leaving everyone behind because of a British opera singer: Jenny, who Barnum had meet when he was invited to meet the queen of England thanks to Philip's invitation - But now, this was to tore the line; Barnum had started to plan a tour with Jenny, to leave the circus, his wife and his two daughter's for a while while they go. Naturally, as his right hand man, you would have supported him and help him, but this time.. You didn't. It was just not fit for you, not for every actor and actress that had played in the circus for a long time. It wasn't fair. Why was Barnum leaving them all, the circus, Philip, YOU, for just a singer with an arranged future? Maybe it was the way he looked at her, amazed, dazed, in love. It was clear: The Barnum you knew was gone*.*

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    It was a day before Barnum had to leave for the tour, he was walking through the circus, papers in hands, as he was looking through the route where Jenny and him would pass through. He hadn't said hello to anyone in any time, he was too focused on the greatness and money that the tour would bring.. He hadn't even said hi to Philip, which was starting to worry everyone. The man that had led every "weird" person he could find to the greatness and to win money for them, and the laughter of children's, was gone, and he was now one of those arrogant bitches. Even Lettie knew, and that was bad enough. You were following behind him, trying to persuade to know that this was a bad idea, but it was all in vain.. Just because that smile that he had, and the sparkle in his eyes softened your face and words.

    ' You know as much as Philip that I will never leave this place empty - But you know about Jenny? She has the greatest voice I've heard.. '

    Barnum looked like he was in his own world, dreaming about the eyes of that girl every now and then and her angelical voice. He walked through the wood ladders, his eyes completely locked on the papers in his hands. He expected you to follow, and he was right.