Eight Dollars (Trixya)

Dollar 1

We made our way to the club in the early evening. The winter sun was already nearly down, so the bus drove there in the soft orange glow of the streetlamps. We parked up around the back and all helped Brian take his gear into the club's dressing room.

Tonight, Trixie would be sharing the stage with another pair of Ru girls, Alakska and Sharon. They weren't coming on the tour, we just happened to be crossing paths at the capital.

I sat on a spare table as Brian switched into Trixie. She was glueing on lashes when Sharon and Alaska arrived, makeup already on, coming over to hug us both.

"Are you not joining us on stage?" Alaska asked, brushing out her wig.

"Nope, I can't keep dropping into the splits every night,"

"No, you save it for the sex, right?" Sharon interrupted with a smirk, looking between me and Trixie, both of us falling silent.

"Sharon!" Alaska chastised, giving her a pointed look.

"Sorry, sorry,"

A man hurried in, holding a clipboard.

"Trixie Mattel? You're up in five," he said, before hurrying out.

She smoothed down her long blonde wig before adjusting the loose blue dress she was wearing.

"I'm gonna... head off to the stage," she began. "I'll see you out there?"

The question was directed at me, amd I nodded. I wouldn't miss it for the world.

-

I found a place by the side of the stage to avoid getting recognised. Normally I didn't worry about it, as I had no delusions of my own importance in the wider world, but in this environment I was surrounded by people who were likely to know who I am, and right now I didn't want their attention.

The music started up, and I recognised the intro to one of Sharon's songs, which threw me a little, because I swore it was Trixie who was called to the stage first. As the lights came up, I saw it was in fact Trixie performing to our friend's song.

I watched her, totally enthralled. She had an inherent elegance that I could never truly replicate. I loved watching her perform, as most of the time we were doing acts together, or I was preparing for my act whilst she was on. This rare chance to just watch was a treat for me.

The crowd around me were holding out British money, but I had a one dollar note in my hand. I'd made sure I had the right amount to complete my silly plan before we flew out. I was strangely nervous. When Trixie came to the area of the stage I was stood in front of, she began to collect up the offered money. When she spotted me, she raised an eyebrow, but took the note anyway.

One dollar. Done.

Did I look like a weird asshole who tipped kinda badly right now? Quite possibly, but once things added up, I hoped Trixie would understand. This wasn't just about sex, by any stretch, nor was I trying to buy her affection. If I was, I would totally have gone down the twenty thousand dollar route. No, this was just my strange way of saying things in the most indirect way I could manage. All I could hope was that she would get the message somehow.