{ w h o } Evelyn and Bailey. { w h a t } Two old friends talking and poster-making. { w h e n } Monday evening. { w h e r e } Outside Bailey's trailer. { r a t i n g } G.
Tonight's show had been more successful than all of last week's combined, and Bailey was pleased. Though he'd decided that the flaming sword juggling wasn't ready to make its stage debut just yet, the usual stuff alone was enough to draw an enraptured audience, and Bailey wondered if this was any indication that the others had done well also. At least, he sincerely hoped so. After the crowds had filtered out of the carnival grounds and the carnies headed back to their trailers, Bailey headed back to his own as well to fix up some posters he'd been meaning to work on. The sun, wind, and dust took their toll on the artwork, and he wanted it to look its best for the crowds that would inevitably be drawn in during the rest of the week.
As he unfurled one of Carter's posters to take a look at the damage, he noticed a familiar face approaching. Bailey let out an excited exclamation and let the poster drop, then hurried to get the lady a comfortable seat.