Cheyenne blushed at Betty’s words, enjoying being called graceful. That was what her act should be. [b]”I can’t wait to see you dance, Betty,”[/b] she said with a gentle smile, glancing over to Cici and blushing even further red at her words. [b]”Cici!”[/b] Chey said, almost choking on her sandwich from giggling and just about the shade of a rose now from the girl’s words about Grigori and Betty. She was still giggling softly but listening as her friend described her sword swallowing trick. [b]”That will be fantastic,”[/b] Chey said, eyes sparkling. All her friends were so talented. 

Her eyes flitted towards Grigori and listened intently, finishing off her meal and nodded, standing and brushing off her hands. [b]”I’m going to go practice on the trapeze girls. Good luck tonight!”[/b] she said happily. She practically skipped towards the ladder to reach the trapeze, black hair bouncing. She couldn’t wait for tonight to arrive.