In The Crown of The Circus Queen

"Jane! Peter! Step it up! I don't want to see a single mistake in the next one!" The two trapeze artists nodded from the top of one of the posts and turned back to each other. "Brutus! Don't be lifting too much. I don't want you to pull something and not be able to perform." The burly strong man nodded and removed some weight from the barbell. "My, my. You sure run a tight ship. Or should I say tent?" I turned and looked at the two beings that had entered my tent without permission. My eyes narrowed, "And who are you supposed to be?" The tall, red one who seemed to constantly be smiling bowed. "Why my dear, I am Alastor. Otherwise known as the Radio Demon." I crossed my arms, "I thought you'd be more....devilish. Now what do you want?" "Well my dear, simply a favor." I narrowed my eyes, but didn't see any lies. I sighed and turned around. "We'll continue this in my office. Welcome gentlemen to the crown of the Circus Queen.