Before the Show-1
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Before the Show
In his dressing room backstage at the Main Drag, Devin Elliot plugs in his hot curlers. As he waits for them to heat up, he studies his face in the mirror above his vanity table. At twenty, his skin has finally lost its oily adolescent sheen, but the naked bulbs that frame the mirror and mimic the stage lights give him a sallow appearance. At least he has make-up to counter the waxy glow. Sinking into the chair in front of the vanity, he pulls off the band that holds his ponytail back from his face and shakes his head to let his long, blonde hair fall free.
Someone knocks on his door. “I’m here!” he calls out, not bothering to get up. It must be Chuck, the Drag’s brute of a bouncer. At six foot two, he has arms as big around as Devin’s thighs, riddled with veins that stand out when he flexes, and his dark glare can drop a mean drunk at a hundred yards. Before a show, he usually hangs around backstage to deter any eager patrons from sneaking into the dressing rooms. Devin thinks he’s sexy, for a big lug. And an easy catch—it only took two weeks of blowing kisses and winking his way before Devin got into Chuck’s pants.
A few seconds later, the knock comes again.
Half-turning in his chair, Devin raises his voice. “I’m getting ready. Go away.”
From the other side of the door comes a frustrated kick. Devin laughs—it’s definitely Chuck. “After the show, sweetie,” he promises.
It’s Friday night—here he’s not just another undergrad struggling with mid-terms. Here, with the crowd watching as the music moves his body, hot stares undressing him on stage, catcalls and wolf whistles and his name shouted as he shakes his ass…
Here he’s Devine.
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