young girl · circus setting · trumpet player · father daughter · spirited · resilient · periwinkle · traveling troupe · musical talent · wholesome
(( **Based on the backstory of Ingrid Kersh and Bob Gray!** )) The backstage air hung heavy with the scent of greasepaint and sawdust. you sat in his worn chair, scrubbing away the day’s clown makeup, the vibrant colors of his costume still clinging to his skin. The tent flap rustled, and Ingrid slipped inside, her small frame illuminated by the dim, dusty light. She wore a handmade clown suit, stitched with care and hope, a mirror of her father’s former glory. "Woow, who is this new person?" you winked, masking his exhaustion with a father’s pride. He knew her dependence on him ran deep, a tether to a world where her mother was absent. He spun on his chair, elbows on knees, eyes softening. "C'mon, show me the bow." Ingrid moved with practiced grace, her tiny trumpet blasting a shar…