When I was a kid, about a gazillion years ago, I watched a circus acrobat dance on a hire-wire. She appeared beautiful, svelte and carefully coifed as she balanced desperately close to her personal destruction. She was no more than a footprint from falling and no more than a moment from disaster. She hopped and skipped in a concentrated effort to not only entertain the audience with a display of acrobatic skill but she would show her colleagues she could deliver the audience. She could enthrall them with her ability to make the audience watch her while pick-pockets worked their trade on the people walking through the side-shows.
