A Little Crush || Biadore [DISCONTINUED]

-6-

The show went well.

First I took some pictures with fans, and some guy wanted me to lick his face, which was quite odd, though I didn't object. Then, Dela did a skit with Sharon and Jinkx, before Sharon did a performance of some of her music. Sharon had been one of the people that inspired me to get into drag, and I had looked up to her so much through the years. She showed a weird queen could win, and that way of thinking was something that had pushed me on to get to the top three. She looked so fierce in person.

Courtney sang a cover of 'I need a hero', and a couple songs from her album. She was so graceful, and as she stood there in her gold, butterfly adorned dress, and pinned up blonde hair, she honestly looked like a woman. I knew I would never be that fishy, because Courtney had such a softer shaped face compared to mine. Nevertheless, being fishy wasn't really something I worried about.

Bianca did a show, flicking through her 'Rolodex of hate' and the crowd loved her. I was mad at her for being so cold for no reason, but I couldn't help cracking a smile and laughing. By the time she was coming off stage, my face was hurting. As she passed me in the side stage, the smile disappeared from her face, she looked straight down at the floor, and she picked up her pace.

I sighed, but knew I had to suck it up because it was my time to perform. I ran on stage, getting a loud excited yell from the audience.

"Are you motherfuckers ready for this shit?" I called out, getting screams and yells in response.

First I sang 'Hello, I love you' using a pink plastic telephone as a prop. I played it ditzy and innocent, and I soon got into the atmosphere of the room. It all became very real - that I was performing here, and there was a large room full of people that wanted to see me have fun.

After the song finished, I lipsynced to a remix of Don't Touch My Hair Hoe and I was living the moment, as I owned the stage. I was putting my best chola attitude into it, and on the start of the chorus I jumped into a split. I almost crawled around the stage, as I stuck my ass out, and flipped my hair. I stayed on my knees and reached out to a guy in the front, and started playing with his collar. Then I jumped up and moved my limbs to the beat.

By the end of the song I was out of breath, and blew one last kiss to the audience, before disappearing backstage. A crew member gave me a bottle of water, and I quickly drank it up in one big gulp. Dela and Darienne were sat on a sofa backstage, and I flopped down next to them.

Darienne saw how out of breath I was, and chuckled. "How hard did you turn it out?" she asked, fanning herself with her hand.

I grinned. "A bit too hard. And it's mostly because I'm fucking hyped!" I replied, ecstatically.

Darienne pulled me into a one armed hug. "You just remind me of what I was like when I was that age, even if that makes me sound cheesy."

"What, back in the stone ages?" I laughed, earning a light slap on the arm from her.

"I'm not that old!" she laughed back.

Dela was staring at the side of me. She lowered her voice. "Not to invade on the conversation, but Bianca keeps staring at you. Or at least looking in your direction constantly."

"Maybe she's just looking at how my body fits in this gorgeous dress tonight, and is jealous." Darienne joked, pushing up her tits. We laughed, but Dela and I were both aware that Bianca was staring at me.

"Just hold on a minute." I excused, with a smile, putting down my bottle of water.

Bianca was stood over with Courtney, Jinkx and Sharon, who were all talking. The former, of course, kept looking over at me. I caught her looking one time, and her head immediately snapped down to her feet. Luckily, after Jinkx noticed me glancing over, she made a hand movement to usher me over.