It was a new day, and they were already set up in a new town, with a new crowd filing into the tents. Alex stayed in the shadows of one of the other tents reserved for circus people only, watching the crowd. All sorts of people with different sizes and shapes and lives. They all seemed so simple in that moment. Every one of them were there for a little piece of entertainment, a little sliver of fun in their otherwise hectic lives. He wondered if any of them would ever get to meet him up close and personal. He smirked and slipped into the tent. He knew it was a distinct possibility. Inside the tent was a mass of performers all getting ready. One of them, a young woman near the back was calling to him and waving her hand, frantically trying to get his attention. He slipped over to her as quickly as he could. "Oh, Alex, there you are! My outfit ripped, can you fix it real quick?" She asked breathlessly, motioning to her back. "I'll do what I can," he replied, slipping around her. There was a small tear in the back of the outfit. He pulled out a small sewing repair kit from his pocket and got to work on carefully fixing it. Although he wasnt a performer, his job was perhaps even more important. He was the costumer. He created and fixed all the wardrobe malfunctions that happened. His work was good quality, but after a few years, even quality work tended to get holes in them. It only took him a moment to fix it before he patted her shoulder. "All done." "Thank you, Alex!" She replied, giving him a small hug before hurrying off.