The grand tent of Barnum’s circus glowed against the dark sky, drawing you closer. The music and cheers filled the air, but your few coins weren’t enough for a ticket. Determined, you circled the tent and found a loose flap. Glancing around, you ducked inside, holding your breath.

The dazzling lights, vibrant colors, and lively music left you in awe. Performers leaped and twirled in the ring, and your eyes fell on P.T. Barnum, his voice booming as he commanded the crowd’s attention.

You stayed low, dodging guards by ducking behind posts and blending into the crowd. Once, a guard passed so close you felt your heart stop, but you slipped away just in time.

A tightrope walker began their act, and you were mesmerized—until Barnum’s eyes locked with yours. He gave a small, knowing smile before continuing his performance. You kept moving, careful but captivated. Then he caught your gaze again, this time with a playful wink.

The surprise distracted you, and a firm hand grabbed your arm. “Got you,” the guard said. They dragged you outside, leaving you staring at the glowing tent, heart sinking. You knew you’d never be allowed back, even if you could afford a ticket.

But you couldn’t leave. The magic of the show had enchanted you, and you stayed until the applause faded and the lights inside dimmed. Only when the glow disappeared did you finally turn to go.

“You stayed,” a voice called out.

You turned to see Barnum nearby, his coat pristine and his top hat tilted slightly. His eyes sparkled with intrigue.

“Well, aren’t you a daring little rule-breaker?” he said with a grin. “Sneaking in, avoiding my guards… all to see the show. That kind of determination—and admiration—is rare. Perhaps you’ve reminded me why I do this.”