Hello Stranger- I'm a Disaster (Freddie Mercury love story)

21.)Body Language

Cherie:

I downed a bottle of water as I laid around backstage. Just the first performance had tired me out. Although, I always made sure to give my all, my heart was racing the whole time worried about falling on my face and ruining my confident stride. The crowd loved every minute of it! Of course, it made me feel amazing to hear them cheering to every shake of my hips.

I closed me eyes, resting them a bit while listening to the other girls taking their turns performing. I had about another 30 minutes until I was needed back on stage again to close the set. My stomach started to grumble and I really wanted a big juicy cheeseburger right about now. Unfortunately, my little beans would have to wait. If I ate anything right now my stomach would noticeably bloat up and I was meant to wear a very tight dress next.

I decided to get up and distract myself away from my hunger pangs. I went to work curling my hair with a curling iron wand. I made sure to make them tight and natural looking. They bounce into place as I let each curl roll off the wand. I clipped my hair up leaving a few strands to dangle around my face and put a large white flower on the side of my head. I went for a simpler makeup look just red lipstick and cat eyeliner. I stared at my reflection in the mirror and admired my work. I looked like a pretty classy broad! I smiled to myself and began to look for my dress in the clothing rack.

I slipped it up over my hips. It fit so tightly that I was afraid I'd rip the seams. Luckily, once I passed my hips it went up smoothly. It was an all emerald colored satin long evening gown. The little sleeves hung off of my shoulders, and the bust line was low cut enough that my swollen breasts spilled out from the top. It really was a magnificent look.

The crowd of girls flooded the dressing room which meant I had like 2 minutes to get to the stage. Shuffling my feet I walked as quickly as I could in the mermaid style dress. I made my way to the steps of the stage and a crew member gave me his hand for assistance. I smiled and thanked him quickly while I walked towards my mark. For this performance, the last of the night, I didn't have to move around or be extra extravagant. It was a slow number...one i had newly written myself. Tonight was my first time performing it as usually I just picked a classic ballad to sing. I stood in front of the microphone as the curtain began to rise I closed my eyes.

Hearing the soft melody start to play from the piano I slowly swayed my hips back and forth to the beautiful rhythm.

"Sweet love, sweet love
Trapped in your love...,"

the words came out with a heavy husk...only I knew who this song was about...

"I've opened up, unsure I can trust
My heart and I were buried in dust
Free me, free us...."

I shut my eyes again while singing the next few lines. Images danced behind my eye lids. His eyes. His smile. His laugh.

"You're all I need when I'm holding you tight
If you walk away I will suffer tonight"

I pushed the thoughts away opening my eyes again staring straight into the spot light. I couldn't cry on stage! Get it together, hormones!!

"I found a man I can trust
And boy, I believe in us
I am terrified to love for the first time
Can't you see that I'm bound in chains?
I finally found my way
I am bound to you
I am bound to you"

As I waited for my next cue, I took a small step back from the mic to take a couple of deep breathes. I pinched my finger nails into the palms of my hands trying to fight against the tears that so badly wanted to fall from my eyes.

"So much, so young, I've faced on my own
Walls I built up became my home
I'm strong and I'm sure there's a fire in us
Sweet love, so pure
I catch my breath we're just one beating heart
And I brace myself, please don't tear this apart"