Caught in the Act

Chapter 3

I have a show tonight. And I'm way too emotionally distressed for this. I just want to drown myself in alcohol and cry.

God, I cry a lot.

I check my snapchat to see... Bitney. Laughing. Being happy. Unaffected by troubles. They're already in drag which means one thing: they got changed together. They were NAKED (or semi-naked) in the same ROOM *shudders*. They probably FUCKED. Well... they're people. They're over the age of consent. I hope they used protection. We don't want any STI's, do we?

Who am I kidding?

I decided to put some upbeat music on such as 'All by myself', which describes my life. After, I choose 'I need a hero'.

Ha. I need a hero? More like, I need a will to live.

I sing along, really going for it, hitting those notes. Singing is my thing. I've got some songs and shit, that I'll sing tonight at the show with Katya, Trixie, Sharon, Alaska, Jinkx, Pearl, Violet, COURTNEY AND BIANCA. GRRRRRRR.

I don't need that negativity in my life so I turn my music up louder and warble to drown out the sounds and the feelings. It's like being underwater. Everything is so loud around you but when you're under it's so silent and you can find peace and no one can take that away from you. But you can also drown. There's no oxygen down there and you can't breathe and you can't see. You have to take a breath and return to reality. Even for a minute, you have to go back.

"Nice singing."
I whip around to see Bianca Del Rio, grinning at me.
"Hi!" I yell, wiggling my ass. "I'm warming up my vocal chords."
"I can tell!" The music is so loud I barely hear her. As the song finishes, a slower number comes on.
"Cmon B," I take her hands. "Dance!"
"I'm too old for this shit," She replies, but allows me to guide her. This isn't really a part of her world but I'm a gateway into the party. Then she does something unexpected. She puts her hands around my waist, pulling me closer. I put my arms around her neck and we are suddenly slow dancing, like they do at prom.
"Are you okay?" I joke.
"If you wanna dance, we have to do it properly."
A comfortable silence breaks out and I bury my face into her neck.
"Clingy bitch," She says, softly but doesn't attempt to move me. This is so special- I want to cherish this moment forever. I'm one of the few people to see Bianca like this. She doesn't let her guard down often and when she does, the heavens open.

"I'm sorry, Danny," She mumbles into my hair. "It was a mistake."
"Don't say that," I whisper. "If you did it, it's not a mistake."
She pulls me really close. Does she... no. No she can't... like me?

No.

If she liked me, she wouldn't have grinded with-

"Bianca? Danny?"

We both turn to see Courtney at the hotel door and immediately break part.
"Hey!" I giggle. "We're dancing."
"I can tell," She looks low-key annoyed.
"Dad dancing," Bianca adds, grinning at me.
"Well, I would say milf dancing," I giggle.
"Fucking bitch."

Courtney smiles gently. "You need to get ready ; we have a show in a few hours."

Oh damn. We do.