I'm sick, I'm dying. Sleep nor medicine could ease this discomfort, only one thing could do the trick. YN. God, how, how angry she has made me. I know she doesn't care about me, hell, who would. Still, I can't stand the thought of her being with that freak. "Jack, we need to talk." Milo, my trusted partner, interrupted. "About what?" I grumbled slightly. "Well, we have a performance tonight, and none of the acts are ready. We haven't taught them any new tricks." He said. I smacked my hand on the table with frustration as Milo jumped in his seat. "God dammit! Those lazy fucks. I guess..we'll just have to cancel. Unless...do you have any ideas?" I asked. Milo shook his head, standing from his chair before stuffing more chewing tobacco in his lip. "I don't know what to do Jack." He replied, spitting. I walked from the office and into the middle of the tents, raising the microphone to my lips. "Change in plans, performance tonight is canceled, you disgusting, disappointing maggots. I've got something new to try. Meeting in the performance hall at seven thirty sharp, tardiness leads to corporal punishment, not showing up at all leads to capital punishment. See you then, hahahahaha.." I shouted, hearing my accent ring through the community. Oh, how I love my freaks. I chuckled to myself, returning home to my tent. "I need to make myself beautiful before tonight, hopefully YN will fall for me again.." I smirked, raising my dark lipstick to my mouth as the clock slowly ticked by.
