The show goes on.

April 19, Pana.

One of the worst storms I've lived through, a tornado threat, running for your life, but there was a show.
Right after we made it safe to the hospital and it appeared that the storm had lightened a little, Fridman called John to see if he was safe. He was told there would be an hour-long show in no time. And so there was, and there she was, the same woman who had served juice and cookies to the kids in the basement (she had been stuck at her workplace on her way to the circus when the storm hit.)
Running for your life one minute and getting into your costume the next, that's circus life for you, folks.