The circus. It wasn't exactly someplace Michael thought he'd ever find himself on a Friday night, but what the hell, he was bored and it was something new. It didn't particularly fascinate him the way it did small children. The spectacle was neat, sure, but it wasn't a draw dropping experience. Maybe if he had come as a child it might have a greater impact but those kind of hypotheticals weren't really something Michael tended to indulge in on a regular basis.
A slight breeze through the main tent blew Michael's shoulder length, chocolate colored hair around slightly as he ascended the stairs in the audience. His broad, six foot five frame made it more comfortable to him to sit near the top where fewer people chose to sit, especially at things like this where everyone wanted to be up close and personal. A few clowns were out and about in the main performance area, galivanting around and playing pranks on each other to amuse folks as they wandered in for the main spectacle. Michael was pretty much alone near the top so he reclined a bit and let the cool autumn air blow over him as he waited for the show to begin, wondering if he wouldn't have been better off going to the bar with his guitar like he usually did on Friday nights.