While waiting to hear news of the possible extensions and
whether or not I would be compensated for any loses that would result of my
returning to France,
I received a phone call from the tour director. Never in my wildest dreams
could I have guessed what he was about to propose.
I expected him to make one more plea to have me return on my
dime but instead he asked if I would be willing to be on the French equivalent
of Dancing with the Stars.
I’m sorry, what?
Somehow they managed to strike up some kind of a deal where
one of the contestants on the show, some French version of Britney Spears,
would need to learn to spin and twirl and where better that at the circus? I
would do a little demo on wheel and then give her a “lesson”. There would also
be footage of our show and the life around the circus.
A great bit of publicity for the circus, surely. But why the
heck are they asking me this in the middle of negotiating all that other stuff?
And they’re pushing to do it before I return to Canada, perhaps in hopes of getting
one last bit out of me before I leave them for good.
I guess I’ll find out when we film tomorrow.
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