The sound of upbeat vaudevillian tunes permeated the air as the screams and laughs of children and adults alike played in the large field occupied by the Gambit Circus. The field was full of lights atop candy cane poles dotted in-between attractions of horrors and amazement, from the darts and balloons to the freakshow that housed anything from monsters to animals

"Pierre, get out here" The ringmaster boomed, his. gravelled voice sending chills down the spine of the young man, his hair messily dyed green and grey like the hearts that pimpled his face with paint, he stared into his backstage mirror, the pale face paint and heart accents under bagged eyes made him feel insane, like a shadow of the boy he used to be.

He made his way out into the circle of the big-top tent, his eyes scanning the crowd as he readied himself for another night of burning mockery when he saw a woman in the crowd, her hair was in a stunning up-do, reminiscent of old hollywood stars. His jaw dropped, it was like one of the pinup girls painted on the sides of his trailers had come to life just to see him

His gloved hands gripped his flaming batons as he begins to juggle them above his head, his pierrot makeup engraving a permanent frown on his lips as the crowd lets out sounds of wonder, he knows in his heart that he needs to drop them but the feeling of the woman's eyes on him makes him want to boats, the young boy who wanted to perform breaking out of his downtrodden shell to amaze