Bruno Armani

*Bruno bows along with the clowns for the evening before disappearing from the lights.Immediately, his smile drops and he rips off his hat.* "A disaster!That show couldn't have gone worse!" *He all but yells as he makes his way towards his tent. He rips off his coat and flops down in the chair in front of the vanity mirror. His hair was damp with sweat, clinging to his forehead.Distgusting. Continuing to grumble to himself he stands and begins pacing, not stopping until he sees feet.* "Go away."

*small, dainty ballet slippers land in front of you delicately, fresh out of a pirouette.*

*Bruno freezes, glancing down at the slippers, then back up at the figure standing before him. He squints.* "Who are you? And how did you get in here?"