Roaring twenties/jazz age, nineteen twenty five
A short, chubby woman was sitting in a chair in front of a circular mirror backstage. The mirror frame was decorated with large round bulbs. The woman had short blonde hair, white skin, emerald green eyes, and bright red kissable lips. Her thick thighs, wide hips, and plump breasts had caught the attention of many a man who took a long glimpse of her whenever she passed by. She was currently wearing a dazzling dark pink flapper dress embedded with sequins. Her earrings were dark blue and shaped like teardrops. On her head was a headband full of pink feathers. Dark purple high heels fit perfectly on her feet. She also wore a pink and purple beaded necklace. The woman hummed as she carefully applied eyeliner.
"Mimzy, you're up," called a voice by the set of switches for the lights.
Mimzy took a deep breath and stood up. Fluffing up her hair and straightening out her dress, she strode confidently toward the long red curtains. The curtains soon parted, illuminating her round face. Despite being cheerful and confident in her singing, there were other times where she would get miserable and appear fragile to onlookers, hence her name. Indeed, she was one to wear her heart on her sleeve. She had even gotten the idea to sew in gemstones shaped like hearts on her long indigo silk gloves.
But tonight, nothing would get her down.
"Here's your favorite star singer, Miss Mimzy Hannigan!" said the suited announcer.
With a clacking of her heels, Mimzy walked up to the microphone, holding onto the top part with a maroon gloved hand. It felt exhilarating to be in the spotlight once again. Down below, a group of younger girls in the front row cheered, "We love you, Miss Hannigan!" A group of men stared at her lovingly and one even held up a small bouquet of pink flowers.
Mimzy blushed in pride, then cleared her throat.
"I have a special song for you all tonight. It's one of my favorites. Down Hearted Blues."
The band below played a slow jazz tune that slowly sped up a bit. The familiar tones and melodies vibrated through her, as adrenaline kicked in. Her body was already swaying to the beat. She opened her mouth and began:
"Gee, but it's hard to love someone
When that someone don't love you
I'm so disgusted, heartbroken, too
I've got those down-hearted blues"
"Once I was crazy 'bout a man
He mistreated me all the time
The next man I get has got
To promise to be mine, all mine"
"Trouble, trouble, I've had it all my days
Trouble, trouble, I've had it all my days
It seems that trouble's going to follow me to my grave"
"Gee, but it's hard to love someone
When that someone don't love you
I'm so disgusted, heartbroken, too
I've got those down-hearted blues"
"I ain't never loved but three men in my life
I ain't never loved but three men in my life
My father, my brother, and the man that wrecked my life"
"It may be a week, it may be a month or two
It may be a week, it may be a month or two
But the day you quit me honey, it's coming home to you"
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