The conductor was a man in his mid thirties, always wearing the same suit with a red tie. He also happened to be the owner and manager of the multi-national 'Freak show'. The Freak show is a carnival show full of 'freaks' which he makes a profit of. However it's
infamous for the performers, they never stay long enough to to make anything off it for themselves, most would always quit. Their most recent stop to set up was in California. Most of these performers were from all over America, the ones that stayed long enough got to go from state to state showing off their variety of 'freakish' acts. The majority of the freaks are also runaways so that's why when the new runaway asked to join they didn't bat an eyelash at him, he was quickly accepted into an act for his unknown by anyone other than the owner's abilities. The night he asked for a job, it was raining he was dripping with water, dark hair flat against his pale, mole dotted skin, his dark eyelashes surrounding doe caramel eyes and water trailing down his upturned nose. Tears, blood and rainwater all staining his, sure too leave bruises, cheeks and an angry red cut on his bottom lip. His once vibrant red hoodie was clinging to his skinny frame along with his now dark grey jeans, his old shoes trekking mud wherever he stepped, his crackly voice wavering as he asked for the manger to be sent back out into the rain to go find the mangers trailer himself. The freaks didn't really see the young, clearly broken boy for the rest of the night.
