Weak

-Final (Part 1)-

"Okay, first day, you can do this Angel!" Angel said to himself, adjusting his makeup in the mirror. He had a really nice long sleevless purple dress that he and Alastor had picked out together, it matched his purple makeup. Angel put on all of his gloves and brushed his hair for the 30th time, he was incredibly nervous.

It was Alastor that had set this all up, offering him a job opportunity, to be a singer, and dancer, and perform onstage for thousands of demons. It was something he lived doing, singing and dancing, and it was very similar to his old job, except with none of the sexual stuff afterwards or during it, which was the only part he disliked. It was perfect, he was so happy, Alastor really was making his afterlife a dream.

But could he perform Infront of so many demons, so critical, especially knowing what a slut he used to be. What if he choked, what if his voice broke? What if he tripped? Anything could go wrong up there on the stage, it was all down to him, and he messed up alot of things before, why would this be any different.

Suddenly there was a knock on the door, the doorknob slowly opened and two red deer ears poked out,
"No one's naked in here right?" Alastor asked, Angel chuckled softly,
"Nah you dumb fuckin' cutie." Angel said, turning away from the mirror to face his love. Alastor placed a kiss on Angels cheek, making Angel blush lightly,
"Nervous darling?" Alastor asked, taking Angels hands into his own. Angel sighed, looking down,
"I don't know... What if they try to... Y'know." Angel gestured to his body, uncomfortably. Alastor just shook his head, he squeezed Angels hand,
"No! I would never let that happen! Plus, everyone knows Valentino is dead, so they know you don't do that anymore. But even if they do, their head will come off in a moment, you know that."

Angel smiled at Alastor, a bright, beautiful smile, with honest happiness in it, not a fake smile, not forced or anything, a real smile.
"Thanks for this Al, I love ya." Angel wrapped his arms around Alastor, Alastor hugged back, he was happy to see Angel happy. And Angel was about to perform, that made him even happier, he couldn't wait to see the demons jaws drop when they heard his angelic voice, what he thought Angels true talent was.

"I love you my dear." Alastor said back, hugging Angel tight before moving away once more, "Your on in five, me and the others will be in the audience, cheering you on, okay?" Alastor said, letting go of Angels hands and making his way back towards the door. Angel took a deep breath, listening his shoulders, he looked back up at Alastor and gave him four thumbs up,
"I got this babe!" He said cheerfully, Alastor nodded in agreement,
"I know you do, 'ma cheerie'." He said, gently closing the door, leaving Angel flustered and annoyed at the same time, he knew the French always got him.

Angel grinned, he checked himself out in the mirror once more, making sure he wasn't missing anything. Then he left his room and made his way down the halls of the really nice theatre, which he didn't really know if Alastor had rented out or if it belonged to him, whatever, it sure was nice. He realised the place had no elevator, it must be old, maybe it did belong to Alastor, the elevator hating demon. So he just took the stairs, he was only on the second level anyway, and Alastor always said he should take the stairs more. He rushed over to the area Alastor told him to go, and found himself behind a set of large red curtain's, atleast he made it in time.

Then he heard his stomach growl, he hadn't had breakfast, to busy preparing for his first day, he had also missed out on lunch. Usually the others reminded him to eat, he still wasn't used to eating in general, he still sometimes heard that voice. The one he had always heard, one that told him he was fat, that he was nothing, but he had become much better at fighting it off. Unfortunately for him, today was not his lucky day, as the voice whispered in his ear,

'It's good that you haven't eaten yet, maybe they won't notice all of the weight you've put on, maybe they will ignore the fact that you are a useless whore and focus more on your pitchy voice.'
Angel sighed,
"I'm not fat, I'm good at singing, I can do this, your a fuckin' voice, why should I listen to ya? Especially when I have real friends ta listen to." Angel said confidentiality, these were all actual things Alastor had told him, he had made sure to drill it in Angels had, he would always tell him these things, making sure he knew that he wasn't pathetic. Angel still had that belief in the back of his mind, but ignored it and replaced it with Alastor's kind words.