It was entrancing the way the fire danced, flowing up towards the sky in its time of freedom, trying to escape before it had to be put out. It moved between two fire dancers, never touching them as they threw torches into the air and back and forth. The flames reached out towards the crowed, daring them to come closer. The fire licked the bare skin of the fire dancers, never burning them. They danced around blowing fire into the air, juggling burning torches, and doing tricks. The crowd was hypnotized. The little children smiled and clapped as their mothers and fathers held them, watching as the show came to an end. Everyone clapped and cheered as the fire dancers bowed, smiles plastered to their faces. People got up to leave as the performers packed away their things until it was time for the fire to dance, play, and be free again. This magical night would be in everyone's hearts. And soon the magic would be out again. For it is everywhere.