Eventually the clowns began exiting from the main area, and the lights dimmed slightly. Natasha took a steadying breath and then took her position. After a pause where the audience were wondering what would actually happen now, she began to play her violin, still out of sight.
The song was childish and haunting, the main undertone of it all being a long dragged out low note with two quick higher ones. she played alone for only a few measures as the music began to enter the tent, quieting the audience, before finally from other points around the tent different instruments could be heard joining in. There was a tambourine beginning to pulse out the beat, sounding like the steady footsteps of death itself walking through the melody, and then right after came a flute, high and sweet and gentle, almost oblivious to the tambourine's slower pace.
When they reached the right point, Natasha finally stepped out, knowing the others were stepping out in their rightful places as well. Her starting point was near the top of one of the audience stands, and she started out gently swaying with each step as she walked around the area. When the flute reached a higher crescendo though she took her cue and began spinning, quickening the beat of the violin.
and then she danced.
The long tail attached to her short skirt fanned around her an she dipped and swayed and stepped, cradling the violin in her hands as if it were her dance partner. everything was movement, her curled black hair, the large sleeves on her shirt, her legs with the coordination that would make a ballerina sell her soul to a demon in order to replicate the effect. Her dance soon brought her away though, towards the bottom of the audience stands, and then into the central ring itself. She joined the other two players there.
The tambourine, played by a female slightly older with pale blond hair, wrapped in a long cloak and pale gray dress, and the flute with the youngest female, dressed up the most with a white dress and pale pink flowers attached on it and in her hair. They played there still for a moment, their different dancing speeds flowing together for a moment, bouncing off of each other, before finally breaking apart and going to the edge of the ring and playing their last notes as the ring leader took stage slower.
Natasha and the other two did not bow to the crowd as they stopped, they merely gracefully knelt on the ground as silence echoed around them and the ringleader prepared to speak.