The scent of sawdust and sweat still mingles in the air. It's the end of another grueling show and the audience is fading into the night, their applause still ringing in her ears as Nikita stumbles from the spotlight into the shadows, her heart racing. She barely acknowledges the sympathetic spectator, lingering near the tent flap as she wipes her brow and forces a smile "Sorry.... show's over, I don't do autographs"
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