Twinkle Star by Nicky James

Author:Nicky James [James, Nicky]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2017-11-02T04:00:00+00:00

Entering the auditorium a few hours later, sated from a few drinks, jerking off, and a quick shower—so I no longer smelled of Star—I headed down the aisle toward the stage. Faint Christmas carols drifted from behind the back curtains. People were singing, The Twelve Days of Christmas, and their laughter and voices drifted up front.

On stage, I rounded the backdrop to the backstage and found Joey and Carla working together, adding extra sequins to Star’s bodysuit. Joey had a string of garland wrapped around his neck and tinsel in his hair as he sang off-key and handed Carla the next bead to sew.

“What’s going on?” I furrowed my brow watching what they were doing.

“Tobias wanted more bedazzle and asked me to add extra sequins to Star’s costume,” Carla answered.

“He’s deciding this now? We are three shows in.”

“This venue is a little bigger than the other two we were at. I guess he wants him to shine more from the back seats.”

I stared dumbfounded between Joey and Carla, who continued their singsong as they worked. Did Tobias seriously think Star wasn’t sparkly enough? Had he talked to the kid for more than five consecutive minutes, because I could assure him, he glistened. His personality alone lit the stage on fire.

“Oh,” Carla said, as though remembering something. “He wanted more shimmer in his hair too, more tinsel weaved into the wig. Do you mind helping him out? This is going to take me a little while.”

Joey smirked behind his lowered head as he handed Carla another bead.

“Joey can do it.”

Joey’s head came up shaking fervently with wide eyes. “No I can’t. I’m helping Carla.”

“I’ll help Carla, go.”

“But, Jules…”

“Go!” I said more firmly. His smile fell and he handed me the bag of sequins. “And take this shit off.” I indicated to the crap draped around his neck. “You look like a fucking Christmas Tree.”

Joey ripped it off and tossed it down beside me. “You’re a miserable shit, you know? It’s Christmas. Where’s your spirit?”

When he was gone, Carla continued to sing softly beside me, but I refused to join in. Call me the Grinch, but I wasn’t in the mood to be merry.

The evening show ran without a hitch. Star sparkled more than usual on the outside, but the glimmer in his eyes had dulled. His energy wasn’t the same as it had been the last few performances and I felt partially responsible.

His quick change near the end happened without eye contact, and when the curtain fell, the audience applauded.

I passed the responsibility of clean up and stage prep to Zeb, feigning a headache, and clocked out early.

Once home, I sunk onto my couch with a newly cracked beer and lit a smoke. The tension in my shoulders was back and my head swam with thoughts of the previous night and the events of earlier.

If only I could be that man. What kind of life could I live if I had more confidence in who I was? If I was comfortable in my own skin.

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