"Lady's and gentlemen! Boys and girls! I'm glad to see all of your amazing faces today, but sadly, the show must end, and to end my your alls show! The Flying Grayson's!"
A spotlight points to a trapeze showing a man and a woman with a nine year old child.
They all wave and smile, oblivious to the danger in the act. Not only there not being a net, but the man that was in the shadows, trying to get away from the act before it started.
The man on the trapeze grabbed the bar and took off.
Everyone stared in aww as he flew through the air.
He front flipped and grabbed onto the next bar behind his knees, swinging back towards his wife and son.
When he was close enough, the woman jumped, front flipped and let her husband grab her ankles and took off, unaware of the slight creaking sounds coming from their wire.
The husband and wife started to come back for their son, to end the act.
This time, a creaking sound was clearly heard all throughout the tent. There were gasps of shock from the bleachers and even the other acts. People started to try and untangle the net, others were running up to the the child, to try and get him down. But it was to late.
When they were almost to the platform, their eyes wide in horror, the wire snapped.
The child ran to the edge and watched them fall to their deaths, never to get the image out of his head.
But both of the man's and woman's last words were, "Dick!"