@overtimeforworking; Grelliam AU
Grell sighed as he brushed his hair in the lit mirror of the dressing room, before tying it up as the boss required. He could hear the act before his coming on as he touched up his lipstick, sighing again. He twisted his lips into a smile, standing as he slipped off his robe. The skimpy lingerie shone like a beacon in the dim light of the dressing room.
The outfit was white. Grell hated white. His heart longed for the beautiful red; to free his hair from this stupid bun. Shaking the thoughts, he cleared his throat, stepping backstage as he heard the beginning notes of his act. He breathed in and out, before stepping into the light, rolling his hips as he heard the familiar whoops and whistles of the men in the crowd. It was going to be a long night.