Stunner
"New York City!" the conductor cried. Hannah heard the train pistons begin to slow. She grabbed up her bags and left her compartment. When the train stopped she jumped out. Good 'ol New York! Her home. Hannah took a deep breath and started to walk down the streets.
"The first show hall or spot of entertainment I see, I'll go to." she thought to herself. Hannah walked down the street, scanning the buildings as she went along, looking for a place to try to work.
"Bailey Books, General Store, Newsie Lodging House, Tibby's Restaurant, don't they have fun around heah?" She kept walking, her icy blue eyes moving from building to building-searching. After a few minutes she found what she was looking for.
"Irving Hall," she read from the sign. "Home of the Swedish Meadowlark- Medda Larson. This sounds promising."
She walked in the doors. There wasn't a show going on since it was midday, so she walked back to the stage.
"Hello? Is anybody here? Hello?"
"Why hello?" a pretty lady asked. "May I help you?"
"Yes, my name is Hannah Colin, and I'm looking for a job. You must be Ms. Larson."
"Nah, none of that!" Medda said. "Call me Medda. Now, about a job, I don't know..."
"Please, ma'am, I really need a job. I'll do anything, but what I'd really like to do is..." Hannah started, but Medda cut her off.
"I don't think this is a place for a young girl like you. We don't have any need for a little helper such as yourself. What we look for here is entertaining talent, I am sorry." Medda started to turn around.
"Wait, just...just watch and tell me if I can find any job in this town with what I can do." Hannah begged.
Medda, pitying Hannah, consented.
Hannah put down her bags and pulled off her skirt revealing a pair of pants. Then she took off her jacket and rolled up her sleeves. Then she untucked her shirt, except for in the back, and kicked off her shoes and pulled off her socks. By this time Medda was getting a little impatient. Finally, Hannah tied back her dirty blonde hair with a piece of string and asked, "ready?"
"Only if you are," Medda replied.
"Ok"
With that Hannah took a deep breath and started running across the stage. Then she skipped (to prep herself) and flung herself into a backhand spring. Then she went strait into a back tuck, landing feet firmly planted on the stage floor. Medda had seen a circus act before, and this girl had some talent.
"Bravo," Medda called. "But I'm afraid that any street performer could do that."
"Oh, but that's not all I can do! I can sing, tap dance, do ballet, tight rope walk, tumble, balancing acts..." Hannah started.
"But like I said, any street performer..."
"But not any street performer was in the circus ma'am," Hannah politely cut off. Medda noticed that this girl was extremely outgoing and not afraid of anything it seemed. "I was in the circus for 9 years, that's where I learned all of this. But I want a better life than a circus act."
"Oh, well, what circus were you in, maybe I saw you," Medda teased.
"Um, well, have you ever heard of Barnum and Bailey traveling circus act?" She asked.
"New York City!" the conductor cried. Hannah heard the train pistons begin to slow. She grabbed up her bags and left her compartment. When the train stopped she jumped out. Good 'ol New York! Her home. Hannah took a deep breath and started to walk down the streets.
"The first show hall or spot of entertainment I see, I'll go to." she thought to herself. Hannah walked down the street, scanning the buildings as she went along, looking for a place to try to work.
"Bailey Books, General Store, Newsie Lodging House, Tibby's Restaurant, don't they have fun around heah?" She kept walking, her icy blue eyes moving from building to building-searching. After a few minutes she found what she was looking for.
"Irving Hall," she read from the sign. "Home of the Swedish Meadowlark- Medda Larson. This sounds promising."
She walked in the doors. There wasn't a show going on since it was midday, so she walked back to the stage.
"Hello? Is anybody here? Hello?"
"Why hello?" a pretty lady asked. "May I help you?"
"Yes, my name is Hannah Colin, and I'm looking for a job. You must be Ms. Larson."
"Nah, none of that!" Medda said. "Call me Medda. Now, about a job, I don't know..."
"Please, ma'am, I really need a job. I'll do anything, but what I'd really like to do is..." Hannah started, but Medda cut her off.
"I don't think this is a place for a young girl like you. We don't have any need for a little helper such as yourself. What we look for here is entertaining talent, I am sorry." Medda started to turn around.
"Wait, just...just watch and tell me if I can find any job in this town with what I can do." Hannah begged.
Medda, pitying Hannah, consented.
Hannah put down her bags and pulled off her skirt revealing a pair of pants. Then she took off her jacket and rolled up her sleeves. Then she untucked her shirt, except for in the back, and kicked off her shoes and pulled off her socks. By this time Medda was getting a little impatient. Finally, Hannah tied back her dirty blonde hair with a piece of string and asked, "ready?"
"Only if you are," Medda replied.
"Ok"
With that Hannah took a deep breath and started running across the stage. Then she skipped (to prep herself) and flung herself into a backhand spring. Then she went strait into a back tuck, landing feet firmly planted on the stage floor. Medda had seen a circus act before, and this girl had some talent.
"Bravo," Medda called. "But I'm afraid that any street performer could do that."
"Oh, but that's not all I can do! I can sing, tap dance, do ballet, tight rope walk, tumble, balancing acts..." Hannah started.
"But like I said, any street performer..."
"But not any street performer was in the circus ma'am," Hannah politely cut off. Medda noticed that this girl was extremely outgoing and not afraid of anything it seemed. "I was in the circus for 9 years, that's where I learned all of this. But I want a better life than a circus act."
"Oh, well, what circus were you in, maybe I saw you," Medda teased.
"Um, well, have you ever heard of Barnum and Bailey traveling circus act?" She asked.