The blonde haired boy stood in front of the brightly lit mirror, carefully applying red glitter just below his eyeliner.
"You ready for tonight, Awsten?" Dallon asked.
"As ready as I'll ever be." He sighed, looking himself over in the mirror.
"The room's pretty packed tonight. You're a hit!"
The blonde laughed softly, "I guess it looks that way doesn't it?"
Dallon looked over at the small clock hung on the wall of the backstage dressing room.
"Ya got about five minutes until showtime," he patted him on the back quickly "break a leg!"
The boy smiled, watching Dallon disappear down the steps on the opposite side of the room, leading to the main room and bar.
He watched the stage, soon seeing the lights dim .
He walked out onto center stage, wrapping his right leg around the metal pole as the spot light shown on him.
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Anobrain // Gawsten
FanfictionThe year is 1922, illegal bars and night clubs are spread throughout the city of New York. Geoff Wigington is a slick, well cut 24 year old bartender and bootlegger. A charmer with undeniable confidence and a pretty smile. Awsten Knight is a doll...
