Unlike that of my philosophical cousin, the rodeo clown, my life was joyous and filled with the laughter of others. I was a clown, and loved nothing more than performing for others. It had started as a part time gig to pay my tuition, but I realized that I loved it. I loved it more than anything.
I was accustomed to getting calls at the last minute. One person forgets to hire an entertainer for a birthday party; another person changes the venue and needs to find something more appropriate for the new location. It happens, and I had to be flexible. I didn’t mind- I really didn’t have much else going on anyways. But this call was extremely last minute, and the woman on the other end of the line was obviously panicked.
“Hello, my friend gave me your number- you’re an entertainer, right?”
“Yes, ma’am,” I answered. “I-”
The woman didn’t let me finish. “Yeah, good. Are you available tonight?”
Tonight? I thought to myself. I did have plans, but my finances would hardly allow me to turn down a paying gig. Clowning may have been a passion, but it really didn’t pay very well. “Of course,” I smiled through the phone line. “What time?” Read more »