The sun slowly lowered, the rays making the sky look pink when you came down from the trapeze rig. Trapeze was fun when you pushed past the idea of gliding high in the air.

You grabbed a towel from your bag on the seats, patting your face dry from the sweat and oil. As you pressed the towel against your face, you heard a loud crash from the other side of the tent's canvas. But before you could go and see what it was, Papi's son came bursting inside, smacking the canvas out of his way as he strides over to you with enthusiasm. He glanced up at the ropes and bars you were just practicing on, turning back to you.

I've never seen anyone move like that before! Maybe you and I can partner up for an act sometime? I'll lead.