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Sometimes, I feel the fear of uncertainty stinging clear
And I can't help but ask myself how much I let the fear
Take the wheel and steer
And I can't help but ask myself how much I let the fear
Take the wheel and steer
It's driven me before
And it seems to have a vague, haunting mass appeal
But lately I'm beginning to find that I
Should be the one behind the wheel
And it seems to have a vague, haunting mass appeal
But lately I'm beginning to find that I
Should be the one behind the wheel
"Good morning!" Celeste said over the small hub bub before her. She had just woken up from a long night's sleep (she liked to practice at night after the show's) and couldn't help but smile at her family before her. Yes, Celeste was one of those girls. She was the type that would leap before she looked (very good for an acrobat) and loved to, well, love people. She was perky and had an innocent look to her, much like most of the girls in the circus. The boys were much more dangerous and sexual (well they appeared to be). Celeste yawned, took a deep breath and smiled as she climbed the wooden ladder leading to the high bars before her. She leaped and spun into one, letting her body contort so it would be perfectly graceful. Finally, she, after standing on top of the bar, jumped again felt the wind blow through her blonde hair. The bars continued to go further and further down until she finally reached the bottom, safely away from everyone else.
It was at this very moment that Celeste could hear animals from all around go crazy. "Oh boy," She said and watched the flames with wide eyes. Even after being in the circus for so long and in so many shows, she still marveled at the acts before her as if she was simple child. She could only stand there dumbly waiting for the chaos to end, ignoring the animals around her running in all directions. It was then, she went blank, her mind filled with memories. She could remember torches, just like that, being carried to her big top, angry faces on the mob. She could remember Patel and his handsome perfect mocha skin and she could remember their bodies entwined together, tears pouring out of her eyes after she found out that something she marveled at so much could cause such a huge misunderstanding. "Mother," She whispered and then shook her head. She looked up at the top of the big top and then looked at the seemingly floating bars. Her mother (whom she looked exactly alike since she had her father's personality) had taught her to swing on the bars and to perfect her form easily. Finally though, the fire was out and she couldn't help but want to get back to practice.
Celeste heard a familiar voice and turned to the man next to her. "Good morning Christopher. How are you today?" She questioned with a smile towards the magician (as she did almost every day to almost everyone since she didn't want people to assume things, plus it was nice getting to know everyone). Something about the man piqued her curiosity and Celeste often stood there, almost for hours at a time, wondering how he preformed the card tricks he did trying to discover his secrets. Normally she'd scuffle off only to dream about it and still not figure his tricks. She then grabbed her gold pocket watch and looked at the time. "Wait, afternoon," She added, finally smelling the scent of fire (it had a strange scent to her that reminded her of the cold) her nose accustomed to the smell after such a long time.
