Eight Dollars (Trixya)

Dollar 5

Despite spending most of the day together, Brian asked me to stay with him before the show that night. Normally I left him to get ready and rehearse backstage in peace, but tonight he said he didn't really need to rehearse, so my company would be appreciated. I liked to believe that my company was always appreciated, but I never could say no to him.

I sat next to him, chatting about nothing as he went through the unusually quick process of painting his face on, as he had kept most of it on from earlier. Occasionally I would reach into his bag and hand him a product that he'd left over by me, the collection of items needed spilling over the entirety of the dressing table.

He still hadn't mentioned the fact that I'd given him money every night so far, and the mystery of what he thought about the situation was killing me a little, but not enough to ask. Sometimes it was better to just let things happen.

"I think I had to lose All Stars, so I could be a two time loser like you," I told Brian as he pulled on a fitted pink dress. We'd seen eachother in various states of undress so many times now that there was no point in trying to preserve modesty by looking away, and I barely blushed at it now. Still, it was times like these when I missed the thick layer of foundation I normally hid behind.

"How kind of you, losing to make me feel better. Zip me?" The sarcasm was clear in her voice. I quickly pulled up the zip, careful not to let anything get caught in it.

After pulling on a long blonde wig, Trixie started making her final adjustments in the mirror, adding bracelets around her wrists. I loved seeing the confidence she exuded as she smiled at herself in the mirror. She caught my gaze and turned her smile to me, before smoothing out her dress.

She was slipping on some bright pink heels, using me for support as she told me, "I think I'm about ready, if you want to head out to watch from there?"

"Yeah, I will. You look great," I told her, squeezing her hand quickly before I hurried out to find my way to the other side of the stage.

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The stage was flooded with pink light, and Trixie looked completely at home amongst them. The music for Barbie girl began, and Trixie did her classic performance.

She took my dollar with a wink, before freezing into the perfect doll pose with the music.

As she lip synced along to the dialogue at the end, her eyes caught mine on the final line of "I love you", before quickly flicking back to elsewhere. I didn't want to read too much into it, but I totally was.