The Circus

Happy Bazaar

Everyone's here!" someone says. The audience is cheering. The flowers are in bloom. The lights are bright, and she goes on stage. Ringmaster walks out to the stage to start the show with a few flashy lights here and there, the audience screams louder and louder. Ringmaster raises her voice to quiet the audience.

She wore a long red tux top that shines bright in the stage lights with a tight corset underneath, bringing out the red color even more. She had shorts on and fishnets underneath with thigh-high heels going up her legs. Her eyes glowed, catching the attention of many, one a green tiger eye and the other a hypnotic black and white. Her hair was short and curly, it stuck out under a red top hat that had a bow with a long ribbon on it.

"Welcome one and all, to the Happy Bazaar!" The audience roars once again. One of the many thrills of being in the Happy Bazaar is the screaming of a happy audience. The excitement could be felt in the crowd, with happy screams and roars of cheer.

Ringmaster took her top hat off and held it in her left hand. Her right hand had a long cane shaped like a bird with a gem at the end, it was gold and glowed in the light. "Tonight, here at this lovely performance, we will be presenting something that no one has ever seen before." She motioned her hand with the hat in it to the curtains. She moved drastically as she spoke, like an animated character. Most likely a persona or a way to attract the audience.

"Everybody, please welcome to the stage, Mayumi!" She said as she moved out of the way, onto the side. The audience would increase to an ear-splitting volume as Mayumi the 10-foot giant walked upon the stage.

With her long legs with striped knee-high stockings. She began to climb to the top of the ladder as her curly blue and yellow hair shines in the spotlight. When she gets to the top, she takes a bow, her long, white poncho held down by orange suspenders, flowing in the wind above.

She smiled and looked at Ringmaster, nodding. Her smile had stitches going from the corners of her mouth to the back of her jaw. One eye seemed a bit faded, and the other had a pupil like a goat's. She had buckles on her right arm and a fishnet glove on the other. Tattoos are barely shown on the bottom of her neck and stomach.

Ringmaster snapped and the curtains opened, revealing a long tightrope going throughout the top of the stage. She smiled and gave a look to the audience. She snapped again and the tightrope was lit on fire, the flames shining onto the crowd. The crowd let out "oohs" and "ahhs". "There." She whispered to herself with a satisfied smile, watching the rope closely. Nikita pranced up next to her, rubbing his face along Ringmaster's back. Ringmaster put a hand around him and watched as Mayumi performed.

After a moment of silence, the crowd was confused, and whispers spread along the audience. Mayumi fell from the platform and landed on the tightrope. The crowd starts clapping in amazement. "Hello, ladies and gentlemen, and good evening. For my act, I will need a few children. If you may raise your hand." A bunch of kids from the crowd start to raise their hands, but their parents try to stop them. "Don't worry your kids will not be in any danger whatsoever," Mayumi reassures the parents. With a wink of her one goat eye. The parents whisper, calming down but still concerned.

She picks up the kids and grabs them from the crowd. "Are you ready?" Mayumi says to the kids. The kids happily say yes, basically jumping with excitement. The act began. Mayumi gets on the platform and starts to juggle the kids. Then she begins the walk. Everyone is silent while she calmly watches the kids. The kids begin to laugh. The flames roar louder and begin to climb to her feet. Keeping calm she hurries to the other side without dropping one of the kids or hurting herself.

The crowd starts clapping with excitement, and cheers in the background. She returns the kids and bows to the crowd. "See you soon!" She says as she exits the stage. Ringmaster snaps once more, the fire going out and the tightrope being hidden by the curtains.