Cheyenne was watching the other performances, clapping happily for them before Cici came by and kissed her cheek. She winked and climbed the ladder for the trapeze in the dark before the spotlight hit her as she reached the very top. She fanned out her arms above her head, letting the audience take in her tattooed body. A few gasps emerged from the crowd, mostly smiles, a few disapproving looks. But the brilliance of the spotlight blinded her from just about any reaction, though her bright blue eyes stayed wide open and with a fake flirtatiousness she wore for the show. She turned towards the trapeze bar and grasped it, breathing in deeply before exhaling as she leapt from it. The net that had been below her during practice had been removed, leaving her vulnerable to falling to her death. She had yet to do something so reckless though, and tonight was no different. She swung, preforming feats of contortion midair between grabbing the next bar and swinging, leaving people gasping or oooing and awing. She continued her exploits of gymnastics and flexibility in the air before pretending to reach for the bar and tumbling. She mocked panic as a few audience members screamed, but out rolled a giant ball, and she flipped to land on her feet at the last second. A loud drum sound came from the band, leading the audience to clap like mad as Chey bowed with a wide smile, balancing atop the ball and rolling it around the edge of the ring until she led her way out for Vindale to take center stage.