I felt my heart pound in my chest, standing before Jack. He had called me to a meeting, no other clown workers in sight. "What do you want the new performance to be?" I asked, trying to hurry it up the best I could. He didn't answer, his black eyes still looking me up and down. I began to feel self conscious, crossing my arms in front of my stomach and chest. "I..I don't know YN.." He mumbled, still looking at me. I shifted my weight from foot to foot, feeling uncomfortable. "We could have-" "Jack, we need you out here, now!" Milo popped his head into the tent, his painted face twisted into anxiety. Jack pushed past me, running as quickly as he could in his black, heeled boots. I followed his thin frame, stopping in the center of the tents. The green grass was now a bleached brown color and the wind was cold on my skin. "What a freak.." I heard Milo mumble in disgust. My eyebrows lifted, the sounds of groans filling the air. I stood as tall as I could, looking past to see the struggling clowns. They had someone pinned to the ground, although I wasn't sure who it was. The person seemed to be strong, considering four of the well built workers were having trouble trying to hold him down. I moved closer, yearning to find who this was. Shudders, joy, anger, and fear shot through my body as I stared at the blue mask "EJ!"
