Life is like a circus, I realized that quickly the first time mother brought me to one.
For most of the people in this world, they’re stuck in the shadows watching the lights shine on the ones that actually made something of themselves.
For others, they get a brief taste of the performer’s nectar, the limelight as it will, the audience’s adulation and approval. It doesn’t last long though, they do the skill that brought them to the dance and they go to the back, conceding their time to the better performers the people actually paid to see.
Next up is the ones in-between those opening the show and those closing it, those who devote every part of themselves into their craft, those who earn their applause through sheer dedication and arduous hard work but the harsh truth of the matter is they are destined to constantly look behind the curtain at someone who did everything they did but possessed something that you can only naturally attain.
That magical it factor, the aura and energy that is as bright as the lights that shine down upon them. That is the mark of the main event, the marquee attraction, the person every poster of the circus displays.
The person taking that coveted spot the night that opened my eyes to the world of performing was the trapeze artist. Everything about her was pure spectacle. Of course she had the aerial acrobatic skills that brought her to the dance but it became quickly obvious those weren’t the reason she was last.
She drew all of us in like a moth to a flame, from fake close calls to every intricacy of her look, she had us in the palm of her hand and I was stunned. My eyes grew wide to the point my mother noticed and said one rare sweet thing to me, “One day, you’ll have everyone looking at you like that.”
Fast forward to present day and we all know she was right. There are six of us in this week’s match and while all of you have tasted the limelight, some more than others, no one else has danced with the brightest of lights and brought it back with them.
Gravedigger, Calypso, you both know all about the shadows and The Circus thinks you’ll be content to just watch them make a show with us.
We all know that’s not what’s in the cards for us, you have the bonafide queen of Arcadia in your corner. There’s no flame brighter than the ones for Olympus and many of those flames have burned brightest for yours truly, Hera.
There is no mere circus performer that contends with my status at the top. You in the shadows will watch as the circus will try and try to show to the world why they got to bask in these lights but ultimately, they will do what they do best and stand aside for the star of the show.
Klaus Way will finally realize that isn’t him when the crowd has stopped looking at him and he’s looking at the lights.