Lifting her sunglasses to the crown of her head Priscilla gazed around the crowd that was gathering in front of the large black gates. [i]”Did everyone receive a ticket like I did or did these suckers actually buy it?”[/i] Cici pondered, trying to find a ticket office without much luck. Lighting a cigarette she took a drag and people watched for a few minutes.

"Welcome, my friends!" The woman’s voice startled Priscilla but it was a pleasant surprise, considering the woman was quite tired of waiting outside in this heat. Cici had been wearing a black pegged jean tucked into a pair of her tackiest teal combat boots, paired with a black wide strap tank top; she hadn’t really been prepared for such circumstances. Living in New York and taking the subway had trained her to being used to air conditioning at all times. Her dark almond eyes browsed the look of the woman, and she couldn’t feel a strange feeling deep in the pit of her stomach. This would surely be the woman that she would need to find around later to ask for a job.

"I would like to thank you all for coming to my humble home, Cirque de Noir! Please feel free to leave any donations upon leaving our wonderful show, for I do not ask for payment other than your shining smiles and musical laughter!" Cici scoffed, and thought about leaving the remains of her cigarette in this ‘donation’ area if the woman didn’t give her a job tonight, but only time would tell.

Walking with the crowd inside, the sea parted and Priscilla found herself overwhelmed with excitement. The land was decorated with a monotone theme and yet it would appear to be the most colorful place Cici had experienced in years. 

The smells. The sounds. 

It was heaven.

Traveling from tent to tent, Priscilla spent time watching each and every performance. She didn’t draw too much attention to herself, but applauded loudly at the end of each show. Each person was extremely talented and entertaining, and Cici began to day dream of her own tent to herself and what she would wear, do, and all the money she would make. [i]“I have to go find that woman.”[/i] Cici nodded as she left once again another performance, [i]”But first, a funnel cake.”[/i] she spoke out loud getting in line for a delicious treat that would have to be her breakfast and lunch that day.