For Maddy, it had been just another day on the job. The Cirque had drawn in a crowd, the way they always did, and there was no shortage of volunteers for her to play with that night. Case in point: she was currently convincing a man about her own age to do his best version of a jig. Poor bastard had two left feet, but he didn't have much choice in the matter.
She snapped her fingers and he stopped moving, blinking in confusion as the fog lifted from his mind. Maddy blew him a kiss as he stumbled off stage, grinning like the cat who'd gotten the cream.
"So, ladies and gentlemen, who's next?" she called, shaking her wave of copper hair over her shoulders. "Anyone brave enough to-" Her voice trailed off as she caught sight of an all-too-familiar face. "Fuck me," she whispered, not daring to move for a long moment. In the next blink, she was almost falling off the stage in her rush to get to her sister. "Mona, Mona, oh my god," she breathed, throwing herself at her sister.