âYeah, I definitely need a night out on the town. Â This place is getting a little claustrophobic.â

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âYeah, I definitely need a night out on the town. Â This place is getting a little claustrophobic.â

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âI was a little iffy on the colors this time.... but I think I like it. Â What do you think?â
âYou see junk. Â I see treasure.â
The noise of Vivianâs fingernails drumming against the surface of the metal platform she was sitting on was echoing through the empty performance tent. Her feets were dangling twenty metres over the ground, kicking the trapeze which was swinging back and forth every time it came towards her. She had sat there for a while already. Her practice had basically turned into her scowling at everything and nothing. Creating new performances always took time, effort and a patience which Vivian didnât always have. Why werenât things working the way she wanted them to? Why was gravity messing things up and swinging the second trapeze in the wrong direction, when she needed to jump on it? Fuck this! Fuck that! Fuck all of it!
  âSuch bullshit,â the acrobat whispered under her breath and everyone who looked at her now would see something light up her eyes; defiance. She was Vivian Xavier. She always got what she wanted, and right now she wanted this stupid performance to work. The next time the trapeze flung to her, Vivian jumped off the platform and swung herself to the other side. Pirouettes and saltos werenât the problem, nor using the trapeze for different poses without getting entangled - she was a professional after all. The only problem truly was the timing.
Vivian added another piroette, twisting the ropes of the trapeze in hope it would buy her some time and it did. When she let go to grab for the second trapeze, she could feel it brushing against her fingers and she would have had it⌠if only someone didnât pull the entrance of the tent open, lightening the tent up. Reflexively she looked at them, missing the chance and before she knew it she fell. Safety net or not a fall could still hurt if you landed the wrong way, and the cracking sound of her wrist told everyone in hearing range that she did so.
  âOw⌠DO SOMETHING!â
Ursula froze mid-step at the sight in front of her, shocked at who she was seeing. Why was he here? And without the children? She instinctively reached out to the nearest circus worker and and pulled them closer to her only half-looking at them. âI hate to do this to you, but would you mind pretending that weâre dating for like ten minutes? My ex husband is right over there and I honestly donât feel like dealing with him today⌠Iâll buy you some food or something, please just hurry and hold my hand or whatever. I donât have much time.â

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Hans was seated at the base of a large tree, away from the crowds and tents, book in hand. It didnât look all that impressive, if anything, it looked much like the bible would, except instead of âHoly Bibleâ spelled out on the front, the gold letters read âThe Odysseyâ. Homer had always been one of Hansâ favorite authors and definitely his favorite epic poet. The sun streamed through the leaves of the tree, and there was a soft breeze that kept him from getting too warm. As he flipped the page, a shadow fell over the book, and he finished the line before looking up. âCan I help you?â he asked casually, though his tone was a bit clipped.
âDid you know that less than 28 percent of Americans between the ages of 17-23 are qualified for military service?â Gus asked as he snapped out of his thoughts, turning to look at the person close to him. âThatâs only about 1-in-4. If one belonged to those... you wouldnât want to give up on it, would you? Is there something more important that could actually make you drop out, ignore the honor, stop fighting?â
âMy mother always used to say a good glass of wine will fix anything, and Iâm beginning to think sheâs right. Shame about all the sleazy men in the bar though, right?â