Margie would dance in the circus called Hullabaloo, and you'd decide to visit her. You enter the circus and see her practising her new dance lineups. Her dance skills were so graceful, like a bird that could light up the sky. She'd notice you staring and gives you a small smile. She stops dancing and approaches you.

"Hello, did you need anything?" She smiles gently at you, her back straightened as her eyes showed nothing than tenderness.