The main tent was covered in red and white stripes, the ground was covered in saw dust and wooden benches against the walls, Emma tucked her skirt under her and sat down. Her father sat next to her, he on her right, her mother on her left. The tent dark and spotlight picked up a lady dressed in a red dress, with a long train, a black necklace and long peacock feathers. In one hand she held a hop attacked to a string, she jumped and flew around the room. Emma was inspired by the beauty of the trapeze art. The women flew over her and Emma could see the eyes: Noble, strong, proud, Aristocracy, arrogant, powerful, graceful, words filled her eyes, the artist eyes described them all. It was like the moon, always changing. The women flew up to a stage high in the air and dropped her long dress from her underneath was short silvery sleeveless and legless suit, with a long white train, she looked a proud swam. The woman jumped, Emma got to her feet, but the woman caught hold of a rung and started to swing, her train seemed to have become feathers and suddenly the woman had disappeared in a million white doves. The Crowd clapped, it seemed like magic. Emma was entranced, she watched as a lion, and an elephant came into the ring. They were nobly and wild. There was hush over the crowed as the magic enrapt. Mehr sehen