Sam had been in his dressing room, vegging before he went on. Tonight he was in a pair of skin tight, turquoise blue, sequined covered, Lycra bell-bottoms that hung low on his hips and a matching turquoise blue mesh shirt. To call them flamboyant would be a mistake. They SCREAMED. And he loved them. He considered it his lucky outfit. Mostly because he always got lucky when he wore it.
He hand a matching turquoise ipod, and as he sat there he listened to the music he was planning to dance to that night, hearing it and marking the beats he wanted to make sure he accented on stage. Unlike a lot of the dancers, he didn't have a set choreography. Instead, he loved the music and let it move him, only fixing certain points in his mind as needing some accenting beat.
The music for that night was a strange mix of polyphonic mass parts and techno. It reminded him of Enigma, but it wasn't. It was someone local, and the mass parts were in Greek. He wondered if they'd be horrified it was being used to strip to in a gay club. Not that he cared.
Finally it was time for him to go on, and he shoved his feet into his sturdy turquoise blue cowboy boots, laughing as he did so. Ready, he patted some powder on his nose before strutting out onto the stage to the wild cheers of the crowd.
As the music keyed up, he danced, letting himself go, feeling the flow, the beat, echoing in his heart, melting into the music, a trance settling over him, helped along by the little white pill he'd taken before coming out here. By the time his number was over, he was in a euphoric state where he was on top of the world. He was also only in a g-string and the boots.
An impudent grin on his face, he looked out at the crowd and his eyes stopped on Keiran. Grinning wider, he moved off the stage and sent one of the bouncers to invite his friend to his dressing room. Assuming Keiran didn't bolt, of course. that was always a possibility!