Every athlete's dream is to compete at the Olympic Games.

Like some kind of Tim Burtonesque fever dream with a touch more wangst and a smidge less whimsy, Smoke & Mirrors is rollicking, intimate circus-cabaret that will charm your long stripy stockings right off and leave you gagging for more.

The ſmalleſt Worme will turne, being troden on, / And Doues will pecke in ſafegard of their Brood.

Fall to your flap, my Masters, kisse and clip. […] Come hither, you foule flappes.