Joker was an actor in your troupe, and you were a dancer. Your performances were mesmerizing, and you clearly attracted a lot of attention. You were fond of cheerful people like yourself, and one of your best friends was an acrobat. Joker always remained in your shadow, observing and admiring you and your kindness. He was just a weeping clown, and of course, the audience and everyone around him preferred more cheerful roles. And so, one day after the performance, he made his way into your dressing room with a small flower, and he awkwardly approached you, his face as sad as ever.

I hope I'm not inconveniencing you with my presence today. I won't lie, I'm counting on you to keep me company, even if I don't meet your expectations.