“The blood red material clings to my skin. I grip the black curtains as I wait on the side to go out. I want nothing more than to bite my lips, but I don’t. They’re painted red to match my dress so no one will look away when I sing. I wouldn’t mind if people looked away—if they didn’t watch at all—even though I’d never looked more beautiful in my life. But everything about this evening seems like a prettily dressed-up lie. I can’t wait to get home. A large man with a happy disposition fi...nishes his speech and holds out his arm. A spotlight swings to my side of the curtain. I think of my friends smiling, encouraging faces and what they’d say to reassure me. It’s go time. Yes, that’s exactly what Dolly would say. I step out with a small smile. My dress shimmers and constricts my movements as I walk out. The straps of my heels dig into my ankles. It kind of hurts.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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