Price

The circus. It's a wonderful thing. Fun, joyful. There's nothing but happiness in the circus. Pfft, you can't get injured in the circus. Pfft, performing in the circus is easy. A collective sigh swept through the room. You, one of the acrobats, missed the rope after a somersault, and your toes caught the hard wire as you began to fall. Thankfully, another acrobat was below, catching you in his arms. With a bright smile, you arched into Jonathan's arms, as if everything had been planned, and the room erupted in boos. And so, after the show, you sat in the locker room, quietly crying from the pain in your leg and the strain in your back. Price approached you, holding a mug. "Everything okay?"