It was opening night at the circus and Gemma was drowning in nervousness. It wasn't her act she was nervous about, she loved her crazy, daring act as "The Galaxy Dancer" in the circus. But today was different. Today was important. There was an important critic in the audience that would basically be deciding her future. She heard the bell and she took a deep breath. She was ready. The glittering lights sparkled, like the stars, as Gemma made her way into the center of the tent. There was a pool of water near her, like always, after all, it was part of the act. Gemma saw the star pattern appear on the ceiling and the dark purple spotlight appear over the pool, casting purple shadows in the depths of the pool. It was time. She stepped into the pool, wearing her star galaxy tights and gray shaded shirt. Her hair, which had always, strangely, been purple and blue and pink, all mixed together, almost like the galaxy. She dove in the water and started her intricate dance of twirling and spinning and splashing. The lights lit her up and make her sparkle like the night sky. She danced and danced and never got tired. Soon, before she knew it, the show was over. She gracefully lifted herself out of the water, and exited. After the show, the critic came up to her and offered her a contract. She agreed and packed her bags. On the train, Gemma looked at the window, and, for the first time in her life, felt at peace.