Alvira Roystan stood on stage preparing for the performance, she could hear the friendly chatter of the people drifting into the seats. She stretched out and soothed herself quietly.
"Shh... just another performance. You've done it a million time's before, you can do it again." Alvira always felt safe at the circus, it was always a shelter that she could turn to but it was times like these that worried her the most. She'd gotten used to the distinctive smell of the souls by now but they still distracted her on numerous occasions. Standing up, she tied her black hair back into a tight bun and attempted the flying flip, a simple move. With a slight crash she landed on the floor. Sixth fail in a row. She went off the stage in little leaps and bounds to get out of the attention of the sad souls that fluttered around her. She reached for her drink, gripping it a little too tightly when she sipped on it. It was just the nerves building up, wasn't it? Alvira always managed to get through the show without fail but what was distracting her this time? A rotten soul? There wasn't any soul in particular that spoke out to her but there was something a little... off. She could feel it in the atmosphere.
She sat up on one of the barrels to allow the other performers some time to practice and to allow herself some time to cool down.She couldn't get herself too worked up, who'd know what would happen. There had been a few situations in the past and she hoped that today wouldn't be one of them. She loosened her hair and sat back, watching the seats being slowly filled up.