Gabriel
It was a full house tonight. Adults and children alike sat in awe as the show progressed, their eyes full of wonder, mouths agape. I smiled slightly to myself as I pictured the pile of money tonight would bring and turned my eyes back to the center of the ring where Emily still hung suspended, introducing the next act.
Drina walked out to scattered, unsure applause. Her performance began, and by the end it had everyone clapping and cheering. I turned from where I stood near the back of the tent and walked out into the crisp night air. Scattered clouds hung lazily in the sky, black against the night.
I pulled out a cigarette and lit it, exhaling a breath of smoke with a long sigh. The show still had another hour to go, at least, and I had already seen it enough times to know exactly what was going to happen. And if anyone was hurt...well, that was their problem, wasn't it? Doc would take care of whatever it was if that happened.
With another sigh of frustration and boredom I retreated to my trailer and turned on the small TV, waiting for the show to end.
Doc
Tonight wasn't my night as a clown, which was a relief. I stood just outside the big tent, where from inside the gasps, murmurs and cheers of the audience could be heard as my friends began to perform. My hands moved automatically, throwing the brightly colored balls I held into the air and catching them again before the fell to the ground. Not that there was anyone around to see it. Everyone was still inside, as the show had only just started.
I figured it would probably be better for me to be backstage, just in case someone was hurt. Not that I didn't have complete faith in my friends to pull off yet another flawless performance, but accidents happened. And the fact that they were practicing highly dangerous tricks and stunts, usually many feet off the ground, only made accidents more likely to happen.
I pocketed my juggling balls into the loose, baggy pants I wore and walked around to the back of the tent so that I could slip backstage without disturbing the show. A few of the performers who had yet to go on hovered near the large flap leading into the main ring, while others who had already finished were either changing or talking quietly with others.
Georgie appeared suddenly, coming back from her performance. There were quiet, murmured "Congratulations," and "Good job," from a few of the others near her before everyone fell quiet again as Emily's voice drifted faintly to where we all stood, now introducing Dani.
"Georgie," I called quietly, trying to get her attention. She turned at the sound of my voice and skipped over lightly, her head tilted to the side.
"How did it go?" I asked quietly.
