Who: Mary Little and Toby! What:Mary's show and after When:Last show of the night, Sunday evening 10/10 Where: Mary's stage, sideshow tent. Rating: Low most likely. Status: incomplete
Mary's show always had some laughs. It wasn't the sort of mean spirited snickering that some people still gave her, especially when she was in small towns. No, they laughed with her during her show. Certainly, there was always one guy who thought he was hilarious and yelled out something stupid. But that just added to the laughs when she proved she was the "bigger" person.
All these years, she had assumed it was merely a personality change that came over her when confronted with an audience. Even a small one, as the last one always was. It didn't matter. They were people and they were here for her. She would be confident, not only in her ability but in attitude. She was even perhaps a little flirty. Now, of course, she knew it was mostly her succubus nature taking over. It didn't bother her too much, it was a part of her now as it had ever been. She used it to her advantage. So when someone did say something it was even easier to get them to quiet back down.
Always, she started out by toning down her voice and dancing. She would talk a bit too, but it was the dancing, graceful and strong even in her small body, moves that would of made her a star if she had been normal. Singing, that would of made her a hit, had she just been the right size. The world was becoming more willing to except such things, it was true, but they weren't quite ready to give a Grammy or a Tony to a little lady. Still she proved that she deserved with every move and sound. There was no mistaking her for a child either, her costume wasn't as revealing as some, but she had her curves and used them in her dancing, not as some girls in the burlesque tent did, more careful and feminine about it. If guys wanted a thrill they would go see the hootchie tent. Her voice wasn't little either, though it started out that way. By the end no doubt people were stunned that a voice like that came out of such a tiny thing.
Bows were taken as her song ended and people started to dissipate and spread out, leaving for the night. She took a breath, cleansing, as she smiled happily to herself. The closest thing that came to the rush she felt after a show was the sex she'd had with Judas and she relished the feeling of it.
People would often come up to ask her something and tonight was no different. Most knew better then to get too close, but she kept back nonetheless. Close enough to talk to, not close enough to reach. She'd learned that lesson early on.