We, the Clowns
We, the Clowns "'All together now!' The lead circus instructor tilted his head at the others. Waylon, an ornery and slightly taller clown spoke up. 'This is all we do! Practice and train, practice and train. Why can't we take some time off once in a while? I'm exhausted!' The lead instructor nodded wryly; his lips perched in a smirk. "For the company!" was all Gravis shot back. Catalina, a forty-three-year-old female clown with a beguiling nature, laughed raucously. The lead instructor's famous line. Typical. The instructor, whose name was Gravis, pulled and tugged at his pointy hair, the slight make-up on his face assimilating into the nature of a frown. He studied the company. They just had to be good enough. 'All together now!' They had seen this every time. Working together, too rebellious to get along, too unpracticed to do things properly. But the company must survive. As Gravis said, to entertain and serve was mere...