Summary: Summary of story coming soon!It's a Saturday. And throughout the week wherever you glanced was the same giant poster of a smiling man twirling his long black mustache, with horses, elephants, bears, tigers, and clowns in the background. After glancing at them several times, the poster's enticing images prodded you to go. And here you are. You and hundreds of other people filing into your seats. And then it begins within minutes. The black mustached-man opening his routine introduction, and signaling to the first act. Five stallions gallop out of a hidden entrance and race around the ring in two different groups racing in opposite directions but never running into one another. Suddenly they stop- and file into a line while staring solemnly at one side of the ring. A woman appears, dressed in white clothing adorned with jewels and glitter. She nearly glides across the ground, and the crowd is silent. A fragility is held in her petite stature, but her brown eyes hold a calm authority. Her golden locks flow freely around her, only inches from brushing her small shoulders. A green blooming rose is clipped into the left side of her head, and her eyes are darkly lined with makeup, lips a bright red. She's beautiful and majestic as she spins herself onto the biggest horse and balances herself on it's back, her face tight and serious as she holds a handstand. The crowd thunders in applause, and with a silent cue, the horse begin to trot in random formations once more. The woman curls her body out of a handstand and sits down on the main horse, her fingers wrapping around the horse's thick mane before she bends forward and rubs it's neck with her other hand. It jolts up onto it's hind legs and she looks toward the crowd, smiling and catching your eye, but only for a split second.