The Greatest Showman One Shot

It was never an easy thing to be a dancer and actually have a thriving career of sorts – when you were able to dance, it would be for one cheap gig in a club and not something that would last for you.

The amount of times you had debated just working in an office or a diner, but you weren't prepared to give up your passion.

When you had heard of P.T Barnum and the work he was doing, you thought you might just have a chance with finding somewhere that was a long-term gig for you.

You couldn't white believe the amount of people that Barnum had already employed for his show, but you still had hope that you would be in with a chance.

As you walked into the building, a young man came to greet you.

"My name is Phillip Carlyle," he introduced with a smile.

"I'm Y/N Y/L/N, I was hoping to meet with Mr Barnum."

He smiled. "You're in luck, he's actually in his office for once."

You laughed and followed him to Barnum's office.

"P.T, Miss Y/L/N is here to see you."

Barnum looked up and smiled at you. "How may I help you?"

Phillip went to stand by Barnum's chair as you took a seat in front of his desk.

You took out your papers that had all of your past work experience on them, handing them over to Barnum.

"I really don't know if you are looking for another dancer, but I was hoping I could try and see if you'd like me on board."

Barnum looked over your papers before handing them to Phillip. "Tell us a bit about yourself Miss Y/L/N," Barnum invited.

"Well I've been dancing for years – sometimes in a few of the local shows but they always moved on, or it was just for one night," you began to explain. "I have wanted to find something more long term, but at some point, I will need to go for practicality if me dancing doesn't work out."

Barnum turned to Phillip, who nodded at him, before he turned back to you. "Well Miss Y/L/N, we are more than happy to welcome you to the family here."

You gasped, your hands moving to cover your mouth in shock – you never thought it would have worked out.

Barnum smiled at you, reaching over the desk to shake your hand. "And please, call me P.T or Phineas."

"Then please call me Y/N," you responded as you shook his head. "Thank you so much for this opportunity."

"Phillip can show you around whilst I get everything sorted for you to be working and living here."

Phillip offered you his arm, so you took it and walked with him as he showed you around the building.

"What made you come to P.T?"

You sighed, looking up at Phillip. "I've had countless one-night gigs, not leading to anything and I wanted something long term, so I could continue to dance," you told him. "But I knew eventually I'd need to give up as the gigs were barely paying my bills, then I heard about P.T and his work so I thought it was worth the reach."

"He's a decent enough boss but at least he offers you a place to live too."

You nodded in acknowledgement of Phillip's words. "I hope no one dislikes me for starting here so late."

Phillip shook his head in disagreement. "Not at all, they're great here and have no issue with treating you like family."

Soon enough Phillip had showed you around, everyone had introduced themselves and the two trapeze artists – Anne and W.D – had promised to show you some of their moves as you expressed interest in learning.

"Would you like to go and get a drink?"

You laughed a little. "It's two in the afternoon."

"Then how about a drink at a café?"

Smiling up at him, you nodded in agreement. "I would love to."

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Written by Hannah.

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