Maria lived the fire, she breathed the smoke, and she felt the flame. Her life depended on it. The effect it had on her amazed the crowd, she was a different person- Phoenix.

Phoenix was what they called her. The fire bird. It died in the ashes, then rose again. Because of her talent, her magnificence, her beauty, they had decided to let her in.

For now, she was a sideshow. Just the next best thing on the list. Second in line on the schedule for the night. Just after what they came to see, because, well, she wasn’t that special.

When you look at it, no one is anything that great, no matter what people say they are. That’s just opinion. In someone gullible, Maria Phoenix was amazing. In a critic, she was just a girl that wasn’t afraid of the heat.

Playing with fire was just something she picked up in her spare time, while she was waiting for something to come along and sweep her off her feet.

In the freak show, Phoenix was nothing special.