The Hidden Tears of the Clown Girl

A peaceful walk

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<< Hey! It was... How should I put it... Hectic! >> Glam exclaims in the throes of excitement.

<< Yes, that's exactly what I thought, >> I reply, a bit breathless from the exertion.

I look around and see that we're still too close; they might see us. So, I continue to hold Glam's hand to keep it invisible.

Normally, it would be an embarrassing situation for someone, which we probably don't feel because we're both invisible. Neither of us can see the other's face, hiding our embarrassment.

If she could see me now, I'd probably be as red as a pepper. The situation worsened when I saw her face a little while ago while she was twirling.

Come to think of it, I realize that I'm holding her hand possessively. And it's genuinely pleasant to hold. It's warm, which is strange because Glam's appearance is characterized by cool colors. Yet, her body is warm.

<< Let's move a bit further before dropping the invisibility, >> I say, trying to force a seriousness that I can't muster right now. << If your fans saw us, it would be a problem for you, I suppose. >>

Not being able to see Glam, I can't observe her facial reactions, but she responds immediately, << Actually, not so much. Theoretically, I decided to screw it all a while ago. So the only hassle might be autograph requests. >>

<< Well, where's this place you were talking about? >> I ask, without needing to force my interest.

<< It's this way, I'll lead you, >> Glam says, passing ahead of me and lightly pulling me by the arm.

We move a few hundred meters away, and in the meantime, I try to compose myself by breathing. Mostly to avoid becoming visible again while still being as red as a pepper.

I wonder how Glam is at this precise moment.

After a while, Glam turns me into an alley, making us totally unidentifiable to anyone still at the show.

<< Okay, I think we can drop it now, >> I say to Glam, trying to use a serious and friendly tone, also hiding my regret at having to let go of her hand.

We both become visible again. And instantly, the smiling figure of Glam appears before my eyes.

Earlier in the dressing room, I didn't have time to look at her properly, and only now do I notice the outfit that I had forgotten she was wearing until a while ago.

She still has her clown costume. Normally, you would say it's not suitable for regular wear, but the fact that she paired it with a black leather jacket gives it an extra touch, making it almost look like a completely normal outfit. I'd say she has style.

<< Not bad for an impromptu outfit, >> I say, smiling.

<< Thanks, but it's far from impromptu. It's not the first time I've done this. By now, it's a habit after tours. I've grown attached to it, >> she says, brushing some hair away from her face with a flattered smile.

I remember she still has her face dirty with makeup remnants.

I take the pocket square out of my jacket pocket and offer it to her << Here, you have mascara all over your face. >>

She accepts my pocket square with a smile.

<< So... Shall we walk? >> I say to her.

She nods, smiling at me, and signals me to follow her with her hand.