"Thanks," I muttered. I jumped when Stel yelled, and I went to the dressing rooms to change back into my performance outfit for my act which was after Stel's. I walked out in my silky black leotard, waiting for the ringleader to cue me. Distracted, I turned into a tiger, lead by a stagehand, and two other stagehands were out on the stage themselves. I prowled out, and the audience gasped in horror. I didn't even smile, or growl. The stagehand took the leash off, and she walked off the stage. I sat down where I was, waiting for the helpers to cue me. When they told me to balance on top of the oversized bouncy ball, I did. It was with some difficulty, and the audience and me, for that matter, enjoyed it. The helper told me to get off, and I leapt off. They rolled the ball offstage. Then, with an assortment of hoops, I was to jump through each of them, all at different heights. I did, and then faced the audience. The stagehands left with the props, and I leapt off the stage and did my first act all over again. How I did when it was normal. When nothing bad had happened. I smiled at that memory, and some audience members flinched, as they only saw needle sharp teeth. I laughed, and remembered this was supposed to be fun. Then, I really got into it. I growled playfully at some kids, and I even pretended to swipe with my claws out at some adults who shrieked in fear. I smiled, and bounded back onto the stage. I turned to face the audience, and then bowed, to their relief. I prowled offstage, hearing the applause, and morphed back, slightly smiling. I bent down, and reached a rose that had been thrown to me, and looked at it. I stared at it with pained eyes.
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