Song - Mama don't make me put on the dress again
Mama don't make me put on the dress again
Little Trixie Mattel was the stage name of Trixie Firkus. Born and raised in a small town in Milwaukee Wisconsin, she grew up with the lights flashing in her face. She was raised to be a perfect pageant princess. Pageantry had gone wonderfully for Trixie until she was 12 when being blonde and perfect wasn't so perfect?
"Mama I don't wanna do pageantry anymore, I wanna play the guitar and I wanna sing up on stage", Trixie would practice in front of a mirror; too scared to ever say what she wanted too.
I can't stand the way it opens when I spin
Ribbon bows around my shoulder and I'm only getting older
Bright lights and the stench of seemingly expensive perfumes filled Trixie's nostrils. Her mother had boughten a new shiny pink dress for her to wear, stating that " she always looks prettier in pink" and " bows make you seem sweet".
Trixie was 13 already, and she was still in a pink sparkly dress with bows on the shoulders. The question and answer part went smoothly but it was the dance portion, her mother taught her that at the end she always needed to spin around and bow like a lady. But she was 13 and the pink dresses were only getting shorter, and the slits on the dress getting higher whenever she spun around on stage.
Mama don't make me put on the dress again
Trixie and Mama were fighting again. She'd finally said her truth, that she no longer wanted to be part of pageants. Of course, her mother had a problem with it she always did. But growing up as a failed actress, she couldn't bear to see her daughter not be successful; so she sent Trixie to her fathers. Signing away her rights to ever see Trixie
Daddy don't make me fancy dance around
Trixie was 16, living with her father for 3 years and doing ballroom for 3 years. It was the same as when she was living with her mother. Always waking early for school and staying up late at ballroom practice. Trixie couldn't be a normal teenager, at high school she would only focus on her studies because if her GPA dropped she would no longer have a place to call home.
Painted up in that makeup like a clown
Every ballroom recital, a makeup artist would always apply makeup so heavy to her face, that Trixie thought 'any more and my face might just fall off'. It was always the same, brown cut crease with black winged eyeliner and a bright pink blush alongside a bright red liquid lipstick. To some, she was beautiful with her blonde hair and blue eyes but to her, she just looked like a clown.
If I see another stocking Lord, I swear to God I'm walking Lord
Daddy don't make me fancy dance around
Trixie was done with the life her parents had set for her. She planned to leave town after a recital downtown. Her bags packed and brought with her and her makeup-free face was filled with glee. She swore to herself that if anyone ever, told her to put on her dance stockings, she would just leave. Quickly she texted her Dad 'goodbye' and blocked the number.
Trixie walked until she couldn't anymore, finding herself at a bus station. Carefully getting on the seemingly empty bus, around her was a small child and her mother, and by the back was a military vet. Slowly but surely her eyes drifted asleep and she was only awoken by the bus driver " wake up ma'am you're in Boston", it was around 3 am when Trixie found herself beside a club, the smell of smoke and weed-filled her nose.
She looked to her right, an old man trying to seduce a dancer and too her left was the prettiest person she did see. Long blonde hair and soft green eyes, hardened by the makeup. She was in a red leotard and black animal print heels.
" I'm Trixie" she introduced
" Katya, what brings you to this part of Boston, you look like a Manhatten type of person "
" Well Katya, its a long story "
Little did they know that; that long story would lead to a long relationship
Well I'm coming home alone for the hundredth time or so
Trixie had moved in with Katya, and it with Katya's job as a dancer at the local club she would be sleeping the day and working the night away. Trixie worked a small job at the cafe 3 blocks north. She started work when Katya would eventually get back at 5 and came back around the time Katya left at 8.
It gets harder on my hard earned money's dime
Bills had been piling up, her paycheck barely covering rent and groceries. Trixie and Katya surely got closer and kinder to one another.
To the bottle in my basket, will it answer if I ask it:
" Katya, I'm going out to buy wine "
" Make sure, its the best cheap one. Violet is a classy bitch "
Katya's step-sister Violet was coming over with her girlfriend Pearl, they lived in Manhatten, of course, they were rich.
Trixie walked back home, with a bottle of red wine and a bottle of whiskey in her basket. She wanted more with Katya but she didn't know how to ask. Getting back to the condo was easy. Pearl and Violet sat at the table with Katya bringing out the food. Since the day they met, Katya was still the prettiest girl she did ever see.
Dinner with Violet and Pearl was wonderful, the odd question would come up but the quartet would just laugh it off. Until the Violet pulled Trixie away
" I know you like Katya, its very obvious" it was clear that Violet did not like to beat around the bush
" Well, I do... but I don't know if she likes me back " Trixie whispered
" Oh she does, before you came back from the store; I had to sit there and listen to how much Katya talks about you, every sentence would start with ' did you know that Trixie ' " Trixie looked at the ground, was this a dream come true?
" By the way she likes roses or chocolate " Violet whispered before going back to the dining room
Lover don't make me hit the road again
I can barely feel your fingers on my skin
Before the year finished, Trixie and Katya were together. A lot had happened in a year, a producer heard Trixie's music and brings her around on tours as the opening act. Sure it's fun but she misses Katya a lot... So here they were laying in bed, tangled in the sheets.
" Anthony called today, says I'm going back as the opening act " Trixie mumbled into Katya's collar bone.
" I really don't want to go, I miss you so much for those 8 weeks. I can barely remember what your fingers feel like"
I've been booking every city
Lookin sad but lookin pretty
Trixie barely made it to each city with 5 hours of sleep. The tour seemed to have a show every day. With her as the opening act, the band was booked. The bus ride to the next show was quiet, the band in their bunks and Trixie in hers, running her fingers over the picture in the locket.
Brother don't make me tell you where I've been
Running round in circles made of sin
Trixie and Katya went back to Milwaukee for a week. The week of her Fathers funeral, sure they weren't on the best terms but in the will he still wanted her to be there. They walked into the garden, faces stoic and resting. Family members wanted to see how the Little Trixie Mattel turned out. Her brother stood there, arms crossed and mouthed the words. " Tell me everything"
' not a chance ' Trixie thought, she'd done questionable things with her now fiancee Katya that would definitely be a big no to her overly religious brother.
I've been drinking like my daddy
And he ain't ever had his last one, had he?
The funeral week was over, and the feeling of grief was still in the air. Trixie and Katya did in fact once have a sit-down talk with her brother. Sipping slowly at a cup of whiskey, Trixie thought of her father, not once would she allow herself to drink herself to the point of death. Yes, they both liked the cheaper side of wine and whiskey, but she swore to never drink to the point of death.
