Forget the mask and drop your act, because you’re naked on stage. The crowd is watching your every move just waiting for you to mess up. Just once. They have already prepared their laughs, their pointing, and their jokes. All they need is the opportunity. All they are waiting for is one small slip.
One high pitched cackle eminates from the audience and they all know who and what you are. If you’re not smoking a cigarette, addicted to 151, and a registered p.i.m.p, you’re a nobody. You’re everybody. If you walk away from a fight you’re a coward, and if you don’t hold down you’re liquor you’re a light weight. One screw up and you’ve been categorized for life. Make it through the night without falling on your face and the crowd will cheer. If your serenade is cool, romantic, and most of all successful, your loyal fans will praise you.
Until it fails the next time.
The girls gotta keep the audience on their toes. The phone should buzz every two and half minutes, and it should be someone different every time. Shopping on the weekends, Daddy gave you another credit card to max out. Don’t forget the push-up bra and spray on tan. If you’re small for your size you better stock up on tissues.
Lipstick. Check. Mascara. Check. Perfume. Check.
Now the real you is covered behind powder and a flowery scent. No need for true love and loyal friends. Just that irresistible need to be sexy. Instead of looking at your pretty face they’ll look a few inches lower. That’s what you are now. That’s all the crowd has to look at when they can’t even see the real you.
Take off the mask and drop your act but this time let them laugh. All you’ll see is the one person smiling at your pretty naked face.
Samantha Audet
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