Cheyenne stood on a ball about twice her height, in a high waist sailor [url= http://media-cache-ec0.pinimg.com/originals/c0/8c/7c/c08c7c8eed931af3c2e3b83d80f48a6e.jpg]bathing suit[/url] that clearly showed off her heavily tattooed form. Her throat, arms, chest, stomach, legs… all multi colored and designed while her face looked rather like a doll’s had been placed upon it. She sang softly to herself “When the Saints Go Marching In”. Why she had no idea. While balancing on the ball and rolling it around in a small circle with slight moves of her feet. She would occasionally halt the moving ball and begin practicing tricks and contortion atop it, continually singing softly as if it helped her concentrate. She wasn’t really paying attention to anything around her, though she did occasionally stop everything, smile a perfect white smile, and bow to an imaginary audience. Then pick up where she’d left off.