The Mouse
"Everyone having a good time?" Bea asked the crowd, grinning sweetly before, of course, adding something that the censors would inevitably have a fit over. "I know I am! Makes me wanna put on a costume myself! Just not one of the ones I have at home. Those ones are mostly leather and tend to have holes in some very strategic places. Only Princess Tea gets to see those ones. HI BABY!" Bea yelled happily, waving to her wife over at the judges' table.
"What's cute, sweet, and super fun to watch? Why... it's The Mouse!"
“Choosing the mouse was easy for me,” an adorable, yet obviously distorted voice started out the video package.
As the image focused, a girl in a fairy mouse costume skipped through a field of black and yellow flowers.
“I’ve always felt small and timid,” she began to explain. “I always shrank into the crowd. Something I even find myself doing here on Galador. It just seems that I don’t know put myself out there.”
The scene changed into a small bedroom where the Mouse sat in front of a vanity mirror, mimicking how she used to sing into a hairbrush to practice.
“I always put others ahead of myself. So when I had been giving a chance to sing before, I didn’t take it. That became the story of my life…”
Her hand ran over a blurry Three of Spades card as she let out an audible sigh. “Maybe I need to try and do something for myself one of these days.”