I stood on stage for my split second in the spotlight. I did a ridiculous curtsey as Ethel introduced me as the magnificent medium and told the two people in the crowd that I could read their past for an affordable price.

Once the light went off of me I went straight backstage. I pulled off the dumb hat with the feather sticking out of it and threw it on a table backstage. I hated that hat. I heard Elsa's music number start as I went to my "magical reading" tent. There was only two people in the crowd today. Apparently they were super rich and they wanted to spend their money on buying out all the seats. I was glad. Hopefully they wouldn't even come to my tent.

But of course, they did come to my tent. It was a mother with her son who looked old but acted young. He wanted me to read his soul. He wailed to his mother about it. I could tell in a second that he was spoiled beyond doubt.

"Read my past!" He said.

"I need your hands first. I'll be able to read your soul through touch. The dead will help me discover your past." What I said wasn't really true. It was embellished all for show.

I took his hands in mine. I sighed before I had to feel everything.

He was an awful person. I hated him the moment I touched him. His feelings were terrible, but of course I couldn't say that.

I went onto embellish everything I got from him. It was all garnish. All I really got from him was a spoiled brat who was bored with all of life.

At the end they both seemed amazed. I collected my money from them without saying anything. They finally left me alone and I was grateful.

I let tears fall down my cheeks silently. Today had been too much. This whole week had been too much.

I needed Roy here.

"Can I get a reading?" Jimmy entered the tent.

I wiped my tears quickly. He seemed to be joking but he sat down where the customers sit.

"Please stop Jimmy. I'm not really in the mood." I said quietly.

"Just I have something I want to say... but I'm not good with words." He said as he laid his hands down on the table.

"I can't." He grabbed my hands before I could say anything else. I froze as I felt everything he was feeling.

He was many things. He was angry at the world for being so awful to everyone in the troupe. He felt this great need to protect the others from that world, but more than anything he felt sorry. He was sorry to me.

I pulled my hand away, "You can't do that to me."

"I'm sorry." Jimmy said as he pulled his claw hands away from me, "But do you understand now?"

"I understand." I said. I did. He couldn't fake what he felt.

"I have to protect everyone even if it's hard. And everyone includes you too." He said.

"I'm sorry too." I said.

"You didn't do anything wrong." He tried.

"I did." I cut him off, "I lost my brother and a lot of it I took out on you."

"It's okay. I deserved it." Jimmy joked a little bit.

I wanted to joke too, but I was tearing up again. I was sick of crying. I didn't want to. I didn't want to be pathetic in front of Jimmy. I could tell he noticed though.

"What's wrong?" He asked.

"I lost my brother and now..." I didn't know why I was saying this to him, "I feel so alone." It just came out. I don't know why it did. I didn't want to say that. It was especially embarrassing to say to Jimmy.

"You don't have to be."