The Opera:

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After loads of comments and reviews from critics, Mr Barnum finally decided to call the museum a Circus now. Mr Carlyle agreed to being Barnum right hand man, which brought in people from all over to see us perform.

Barnum had been invited a European opera singer to the U.S. and she was debuting tonight. She was indeed a phenomenal singer, who's voice fit into the orchestra perfectly. i stood on the balcony along with the rest of us performers and friends, watching this Swedish Nightingale, as Anne and Mr Carlyle stood in front of us side by side but still a bit apart.

" take my hand. Will you share this with me? cause darling without you."

i was entranced within the performance i almost didn't see what my sister was dealing with, until Letty, who stood next to me nuged me mentally then pointed to Mr. Carlyle's and my sister's hands, as they did a pinky to pinky touch, i watched my sister shift in shock before deciding to pretend she didn't notice it.

" All the shine of a thousand spotlights, All the Stars we steal from the night sky will never be enough, never be enough."

I watched in surprised as Carlyle brushed his fingers against my sisters hand, who was tense but didn't look down and continued to listen to the song.

" Towers of gold are still to little, these hands could hold he world but it'll never be enough, enough."

It was weirdly amusing that this one song could how how much my sister and this man where craving each others presents, i finally understood what Mr Barnum was so happy about... They where in love...

I continued to watch my sister and Mr Carlyle as the song reached the climax, Carlyle Bravely and slowly laced his hand with my sisters, she breathed out slowly and put a smile smile on her face.

But as much as i wished this would last forever, for my sisters sake, it all broke along with my sisters heart as Carlyle looked to his right to see caucasian couples looking at them in shame. I looked down in shame at Carlyle as he, against his better judgment, let go of my sisters hand. she stared at him in disbelief and shock as tears filled her eyes, before running out of the theatre as fast as she could.

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