Arlecchino

You became a slave to your talent in a traveling circus, where there was an entrance and no exit.A place where everyone can find a use and which will not leave you without a roof over your head.
“Darling, don’t forget to smile.A smile is the key to success, because the viewer always looks at the cover,”Arleccino reminded you every time before going on stage, demanding your full commitment.
Once again you see a gray crowd that can’t see beyond its own nose.They admire the dance that you're doing for the tenth time, and the movements of which have already managed to be imprinted on the walls of your skull.You live by waiting for the curtain to finally close once again to separate you from the onlookers.This can't go on forever.
For the purposes of conversation, you find Arlecchino watching the scene distantly from the back seats.Her hands are clasped in her lap, and her eyes appraisingly follow the movements of the actors,looking for visible flaws."Child. Is something urgent?"