Two rows of characters all dressed in outrageous outfits stood few feet from me, they were so interesting. The different colors of fabric entertained my eyes, the shapes and sizes of all them was creating a magnetic pull, I couldn't look away. The first person on the line was a man holding a sword. At first I wasn't sure what he was going to do with it than with a wicked a smile he lifted the sword gently gliding through the air and hung it over his mouth before slowly inserting in his mouth. At first there was no reaction, I mean of course there's going to be a sword swallower, isn't there one at every single circus/freak show. But the deeper the sword got the deeper my thoughts were, how exactly has this sword not cut his insides into little shredded pieces like a piece of paper after it went straight through the paper shredder. He started to walk around showing people there was no secret trick.
As he passed me by my eyes began to wonder onto another character in the distance,he stood with a very mischievous face on. His hand was raised to right under his chin almost as if was holding his head up. He wore black suede shoes, that looked as if they were shined just minutes before presenting himself to the crowd. With black pants underneath on top was a gold satin shirt draped down to his knees. On his head he wore a black cap that looked like it had paper stuffed in it, with a long bunch of feathers coming out of the front of it all held by a birch. My eyes didn't know who to look at, each one of them seemed so interesting. At first glance they all look like freaks, each one more of a freak than the last. The most freak of them all though, the one who stood out the most to me....the mannequin woman.
There stood before my eyes a very sweet looking woman, she wore a black cloche hat on her head with black little curls coming out the bottom that went right up to the bottom of her earlobe. Her body looked as if it was made to pin clothes on it. She had no arms and a stand with three prongs holding it up for legs. As i gazed at her up and down millions of questions ran through my mind, Where did her limbs go? Was that her body or was her head the only real thing to her? How did this happen? She was gently moving her head and smiling as the people kept surrounding her in awe, it was like she had been doing this her whole life. Heck, for all i knew she could of been doing this her whole life, just standing around getting pictures taken of you all day.
Could she be happy with that? Or did she want more to life. What if behind that nice whitely bleached smile she was really unhappy and just wanted to be normal so badly. Then again I could say the same thing for everyone else in that show. Could the real act they were putting on be their own happiness? I began walking in through the drapes to the huge tent that was in bright red, yellow, and blue colors and looked for where my seat was. The first thing I thought of was what was that awful smell! It was terrible, it smelt like elephant poop but I couldn't see any on the floor where I was standing. The lights began to slowly dim signaling everyone to find our seats, so I quickly scurried to the tightly packed rows of seats and looked for my seat number. Row d seat 22, found it! I gently lowered myself and began to watch as the ringmaster took the attention of the whole tent.
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