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...it is a delicate balance, a hundred spinning plates atop wobbly dowels, and I haven’t been a circus performer for very long, just street shows for passersby, I haven’t tried to impressed crowds or met the demands of loyal fans. I don’t know what it’s like to have a long-term gig, it’s only my first night and my adrenaline’s pumping, my hands are shaking, I’m running back and forth trying to make sure everything whirls and dances beautifully, that nothing wobbles off while my back is turned, while I overconfidently conduct more plates onto their perches. Keep them all afloat, keep the crowds oooing and ahhing rather than gasping and sighing, collecting their coats and bags and leaving me to sit in the solitude of the harsh spotlight with my plates all crashed on the floor.