It was Celeste’s first time performing in over a week, and she was really feeling it. Normally the moves came easily and the performance was all just feeling herself, the rhythm. Lip-syncing, twirling. And taking all those tips. And thankfully the crowd was buzzing with energy like usual. They didn’t seem to notice that she was a little out of sorts. Last week, she’d fallen right on her face after a heel broke and it had definitely been a blow to her confidence. But no one had brought it up and it seemed like everyone was just happy to be out on a weekend night, bouncing to Lady Gaga as Celeste lip-synced to Edge of Glory in a sleek dark dress. She was cinched, made up, and wearing some lovely and full, bouncy brown hair tonight. After the number, she felt a sigh of relief leave her as she walked off the stage and over to the bar. “Hey Randy... you know what I want, right?” She asked the bartender with a wink, leaning on the counter. She glanced over, seeing someone sitting there. “Enjoying the show tonight?” She asked with a small smile, sinking onto a barstool with a groan. She was 6′10″ in the heels she was wearing and her feet hurt.
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