Daffodilia's point of View.
I woke up this morning & the train wasn't moving. We were outide of Atlanta & they were halfway set up with the carnaval, and the circus tent was already up. I'm usually the first one up, and usually the first one to practice. I opened the wall by sliding it and let in some air. I checked my wigs. I had a simple red one that I could easily put into a ponytail & I put up my real hair in a hair gaurd thing. My wig had tiny hooks that I attatched to the hair gaurd so wouldn't fall off and I went to my closet. I had tones of outfits to pracice in, but I thought I'd just wear my pink tights, green tanktop, and lights blue sweater I made out of yarn when I first joined the circus business, all this goes along with my florescent yellow/orange flats. Putting on my makeup has to be the funnest part.
One of the workers came by to put a ramp on my cabin. I didn't mind though, they usually don't mind me either. I first used pink eyeshadow, then red on my upper eyelids. I fixed my eyebrows to look darker and thinner with an eyebrow comb and eyebrow pencil, I also used tons of liquid eyeliner, and false eyelashes. It didn't take much, and I was getting used to it now. But one last thing is my contact lenses. I have a variety of colors to choose from, but today I choose the rainbow one with every color in the rainbow surrounding my pupils.
"Hello?" I heard a voice say. I turned around and seen a boy. He looked my age, and kind of short, but cute.
"Can I help you?" I used my fake American accent. My australian one- no one knew about.
"Ray sent my here, he told my to go here. I'm Frank...The Swallower." He came up the ramp, and I pointed at the top bunk.
"There. Take that bunk down & it's yours. I would take it down, but I might mess up my nails." He put his bag on the floor and took it down. Suprisingly, he looked hot doing that.
"I'm Daffodilia, welcome aboard." I kept my extra sheets on that bed. "You can use those sheets, their mine." I said. All of them were red and covered in black polka dots and stripes. I made it myself.
"How old are you?" I asked.
"I'm...18." He said while removing the tape.
"I'm 19." I said.
"Thanks. Sorry for coming so early, it's just that I always get up early." His voice sounds amazingly adorable.
"It's fine. I awaken early too. Let's go get some food." I walked out of the cabin, and he followed closing the door behind him.
I went inside the tent.
"FLOWERS!!!!!!!" I yelled, and they brought out my tiny garden patch I practice with. "Daffodils are pretty, aren't they?" I asked Frank. He came over, and watched me.
I steadied my focus on the flowers, and thought happy thoughts. The flowers started blooming and showing their beautiful colors. I thought about something sad. I pictured myself crying and there were dew drops on them. I lifted my arms over my head, and stood 2 steps back. "Stand back Frank." I said. The daffodils started to close themselfs and I made them bloom again. Just by looking at them, I could control them.
"Whoa." Frank said. I looked back at the Daffodil and seen it was bleeding light red blood, and on one petal, there was only one part burning. It started out small, but stayed a heart shaped thing until I thought about rain. More dew formed, the bleeding of the flower stopped and I healed it.
"You're talented!" Frank clapped for me, and I smiled. "Thank you. Now let's see what you can do." I crossed my arms, he blushed. "Yell out what you need, and someone will do it for you, like this... WAATTERR!!!!" A guy came over and gave me asmall bottled water. I took a drink. "Now you try."
"CAN SOMEONE GET ME A SWORD!!" Frank souded hot even when he yelled. I can't even breathe. Metaphorically. A guy came with a medium sword and Frank laughed at how fast he came with his order. "Watch this." Frank lifted the sword about his head and started putting it into his mouth. Further and further it went. Down his throat and he let go. One of the Way Brothers came over and watched with me. Frank pulled it out and swung the sword around. Almost hitting Maori as she was passing by.
"Whoa. You're good." Maori and Gerard said at the same time. "Frank, right?" Maori said.
"Yeah. I'm the Sword Swallower. Who are you?" He asked. I looked at her costume. She looked like a stripper, but when does she never? She always shows too much cleavage, too much legs, and too much stomach. She had on stripper boots, a mini skirt that was very tight, and a short shirt that was 4 sizes too small, and a red jacket over it. Plus a little hat.
"I'm Maori the lion tamer." She pushed her hair over her shoulder and put her hands on her hips.

Notes

I remember liking Welcome to The Black Parade when I was 9 years old. Back then, I called 'lyrics' 'words' and then I just forgot about them until I found my sisters old MCR Album in the bck of my closet. I played it and I fell in love. Back then... I thought that they were literally brothers.
Remember back when you couldn't tell which band member was which?