A Little Crush || Biadore [DISCONTINUED]

-15-

When Bianca finally came back on stage, she sat on a red throne, to the left of the stage. She wouldn't be performing tonight, but she would be watching over all of us and judging per ce. She had a microphone, so I guess there was nothing holding her back.

"So what will I do with my money?" she asked, jokingly, cocktail in her hand, and crown pinned into her hair. "Well I'm gonna get a lawyer to keep Courtney out of the country... and buy Adore some pizza. Party!" I heard this clearly from backstage, and I couldn't help but laugh. I was aware I said party a lot, and I wasn't going to stop anytime soon. Especially not if Bianca was going to say it too.

"How do I look?" Trinity asked, smoothing down her nude coloured dress. She looked amazing - her makeup was beat for the gods, her hair was in braids, and she was somehow walking around in eight inch heels.

"Stunning. Now go break a lash." I replied, smiling, and sending her a supportive pat on the shoulder as she walked out.

The audience cheered and the music began to blare. I sighed, and headed further backstage, to where Darienne, Dela, and Courtney sat. Sharon was wandering about, out of drag, trying to find somewhere to get a drink. I sat by the mirrors, inspecting my makeup and touching it up from anywhere that had moved from my crying earlier.

My eyes were slightly irritated from tearing up so much, but I kept my blue contacts in regardless. It would be something I'd probably regret tomorrow, but who cared? Not me, I just wanted Bianca so see me all pretty like this. I had done a smooth black and pink smokey eye, with a dark lip, and I felt so good about myself.

Not something that came naturally to me, so I was glad that I liked my appearance for once.

I was on next, so I took my time making sure everything was secure, and that I had glued on my wig enough. I didn't want it falling off halfway through, when I was swinging my head and trying to be sexy.

I had changed into a deep blue wig, topped with a flower crown. I let it run down my shoulders, gracefully.

"Adore, you're on in 3." one of the crew instructed me, as I finally finished at the mirror.

I nodded and walked over to Sharon, who was trying to adjust her dress. I laughed. "Don't worry, spooky lady, I'll get it." I told her, proceeding to do the dress' fastening.

She chuckled. "I've been trying to get it done for almost ten minutes with no luck." she answered. I fastened it and she exhaled heavily in relief.

"All done." I replied, stepping away.

She turned around and beamed. "Thank you, kitten. If you wouldn't have been here, I would have been at that for years, and especially with these nails," she thanked, flashing her long, bedazzled, black nails. "I don't think any of these bitches would have helped me anyway." She jokingly glared at Courtney, Darienne and Dela, who were grinning.

"You got that right." Courtney joked, and I sniggered.

"Adore, you're needed on stage." the same crew member told me, and I nodded.

I rolled my eyes to the other girls. "I guess I better go ruin Bianca's moment." I sighed, smirking.

I waved a little and joined some of the crew by the side of the stage. Smoothing my shirt down, and pushing my hair up a little, I waited. Trinity was just wrapping up, and was really slaying. The speakers were blasting 90's rap, and I couldn't help but mouth along - I was a fan of it, and I wasn't ashamed to say I knew all the words to the current song.