My Chance- RuPaul's Drag Race- on hold

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Lucky Rose's POV:

Me and my Mother's friend's cheer as she struts of the stage, finishing her set. The lights flash and the RuPaul's Drag Race Theme Tune booms as she steps off and the next queen comes out.

"Hello New York, I am Bianca Del Rio. I hope you weren't expecting me to lip sync as I never did it on the show, so there is no need for me to do it now." Bianca starts, the crowd roar with excitement.

"I know a lot of the other girls come through here and they have albums and videos, but I don't have any of that. I got $100,000, more like $4 after all the taxes, but oh well. Ivy, the one who performed before me, is one of the only girls who should have an album. Have you heard her sing? She is amazing." Bianca continues, causing me to cheer loudly at the mention of Ivy's name.

"Anyway, are you guys ready for me to be a nasty, hateful, filthy cunt?" Bianca cheers, making the crowd cheer even louder than before.

"Right, I am gonna do a little competition, but I need four different types of people, so I can really be a fucking cunt. Have we got any Asians here?" Bianca asks. A small group of people raise their hands, one of them screaming. Bianca chooses the one who is screaming.

"Now, I need a black man." Bianca tells everyone.

"You got one here!" A tall, dark man shouts.

"Alright, you come up here. I need a drunk, straight mess." Bianca states. A man runs up to the front, so I assume that is who she chose.

"Lastly, I need a chick wearing a pair of heels and who isn't terrible at walking in them." Bianca declares. My Mother's friends raise me onto their shoulders, telling her to pick me. I don't think she will, so I am fine with it.

"You guys seem enthusiastic for her to come up here, so you." Bianca says, pointing at me.

"You shits." I mumble, making them all laugh. I jump down from their shoulders and strut to the stage. Bianca helps me up and I smile at her gratefully.

"Right, now we have the four contestants, I need to know their names." Bianca smiles, walking over to the Asian guy.

"Hello, what is your name?" Bianca says in an Asian accent.

"Huan." He replies, clearing trying not to laugh.

"I am going to take that as Harry." She laughs, moving onto the next man.

"I am Benjamin." The man smirks.

"Okay, Benjy." Bianca smirks back. "Straight guy?"

"Todd." He mumbles.

"I heard that Todd means that your mom is your only friend." Bianca chuckles. "Girl who can walk in heels better than the majority of people?"

"Lucky Rose." I tell her, hoping she wouldn't mention anything about it being bizarre.

"I think you have the best name out of all of the people up here." She shrugs, walking to the back of the stage and picking up a box.

"Right, starting with Harry, our Asian man, you will all take out a wig and put it on. The wig is a representative of who you will be lip syncing to." Bianca informs us all.

Shit, I am already wearing a wig.

"First, let me take out the Beyonce wig. Asian's have no hope of doing her." Bianca says, pulling a wig out and keeping it in her hands. The Asian man pulls out a blonde wig.

"You, my friend, are doing Madonna." Bianca announces, watching the man try and put the wig on. "Your sister probably made this and you can't even put it on, Jesus. An Asian man who can not put on a wig, like that is a surprise."