Mr Barnum had put together a so called "circus" to get money for his bankrupt family, it was technically just a freak show disguised as a circus for laughter and entertainment. There was acrobatic siblings who were dark skinned, a guy with dwarfism, a girl with a large beard and so many more unique people. You were put in the freak show for not only your slightly darker skin tone but also for your gender identity as a transgender man.

Philip Carlyle was a director for famous plays and shows, so Mr Barnum eventually convinced him to work for the circus instead to get away from a "proper" lifestyle. He was one of the first people of the public to not look at you all with amusement or disgust or even with embarrassment. He wasn't appalled, he was impressed by how carelessly you all performed with the knowledge of the judgement you all were accustomed to.

You were at a performance of Jenny Lind, a Swedish singer that Mr Barnum had recruited while at Buckingham Palace with the rest of the circus. Philip was stood next to you on the mezzanine with you and the rest of the crew. You had grown close with Philip, to the point where he would get you masculine clothing like suits when you would be rejected of them in stores, he would defend your name at shows and would make sure to correct anyone who dared to call you anything other than a man.

Standing next to him during Jenny Lind's extravagant singing, Philip's hand hesitantly interlocked with yours. His eyes flickering to look at your face, then to your intertwined hands before looking back out to the stage where Jenny's performance was about to end.