Eight Dollars (Trixya)

Dollar 4

Tonight's stage was perfect, Brian had told me when we were being shown around the club. 'Perfect' by his judgement meant that he got to bring out his pastel pink tap shoes once again. His long list of talents never ceased to amaze me, as someone who could just about move in time to music and do a killer split to impress a crowd.

Tap dancing, of course meant that he would be doing his act to Candyman, the Christina Aguilera song. I'd seen him practicing the routine a few times, and at some point a few tours ago I'd watched his performance from the side of the stage, but my appreciation for viewing things from the crowd was growing with each night. Stage-side always had a sort of nervous energy to it that was completely drowned out in the excitement of a crowd.

I stood with Amy at the merch stand as the room filled up with people, taking the occasional picture and signing a couple of people's tickets. It still seemed kinda crazy that these people, especially in another country, knew who I was, and wanted something to remember tonight by.

Once the flow of people seemed to calm, I gave Amy a wave, which she returned with a look of amusement as I headed off towards the stage. It was kind of like being around one of the weird kids who 'shipped' us together, with Amy, except she had the decency to keep quiet about it most of tge time.

Trixie strolled onto stage as I walked, all bouncy blonde hair and a pink bidy suit, completely different to the half made up Brian I'd last seen wearing joggers. I found my place, a few people away from the stage, comfortably in the middle of the crowd.

The jazzy music started up, and her routine with it. I was impressed by how complicated it looked, but I was no expert on these things (and I was slightly biased).

A clearly tipsy man next to me kept whooping loudly in my ear, causing me to try and edge away from him. Trying to instead focus on Trixie, I caught her watching at me from the corner of her eye as she danced, fighting a laugh. I couldn't help grinning at her, causing her to smile widely, turning her attention back to the rest of the crowd.

After the song had finished, Trixie hurried around to pick up tips as the MC announced the next queen up on stage. Once again, Trixie took my offered money with a smile. As she headed off stage, and I headed back to find Amy, I realised I was halfway through this thing. Only four more to go, and who knew what might happen after that?