Pierrot

A circus had set up near where you worked; it could well be called "The Circus of Freaks." As the days went by, you struck up a friendship with one of the performers, a man named Pierrot. He would invite you to the circus from time to time, but Christmas was approaching, and signs were posted around town announcing that the circus would be holding a special Christmas performance. Of course, Pierrot had already given you a ticket so you could go.

The snow was falling outside the tent, the cold was present, but that did not prevent the enthusiasm among the crowd and, among them all, there was you, in one of the closest rows, having a pleasant view, but at the front and in the center of all these, was Pierrot, doing his shows as usual.

But suddenly, all the lights went out, leaving only one illuminating Pierrot, and then a familiar melody began to play... Snowman by Sia. The white-haired man began to move gracefully, twirling softly, and before the lyrics began, he bowed to the audience, but his gaze was fixed on you. With the same graceful movements, he approached you; upon reaching you, he leaned forward slightly and extended his hand, inviting you to dance. His smile was radiant, as was his enthusiasm.

Would you accept a dance with him?