roxanne castillo + satine (tellourstory) wrote in thereincarnates, @ 2011-02-12 22:11:00 |
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Entry tags: | lucas valentine, roxanne castillo |
Who: Roxanne Castillo and Lucas Valentine.
What: Sometimes a lass needs a lawyer.
When: FORWARD DATED to Monday night.
Where: Happy Endings, Chicago.
Warnings: TBA.
Bonus: Today's presentation is brought to you by El Tango De Roxanne
The best part about going on stage tonight was that at least it would be warmer under the lights. The heating still wasn't fixed. Normally this was a routine that she dreaded. She hated this song, the things it implied, the memories of Satine's it brought up. It was a big draw, though. And she'd do about anything to keep this job, since certain people had made it pretty clear that she wasn't really qualified for anything else, and she should be grateful that she works somewhere that she could keep her clothes on. Roxanne's teeth ground together as she stood behind the curtain, the only sign of irritation. Otherwise she was cool and composed, no matter how much she wanted to tug at the stupid necklace around her throat. It was like a collar dragging her down.
This was when she was at her calmest, waiting to be announced on the main stage. Every nerve felt like it drained out of her, leaving her empty. She had to be empty, so that people in the audience would see what they wanted to see. That was the most important thing she could do to capture their attention, and it was something that Satine had taught her to do flawlessly. Footsteps drew her eyes to the other dancer she performed with taking his place. It was almost time. Sapphire's voice cut easily through the noise outside the curtain, announcing the next show. The music came on. She had time to draw one last, deep breath before the curtain swung open.
Being on stage in what easily qualified as lingerie never bothered her. In fact, it only made her feel more powerful. When it came to this particular dance, she needed to feel as powerful as possible. It helped that she didn't hate the man she danced with. Otherwise it would have been difficult to be this...sensual. He was a pair of hands, nothing more, but they worked well together. It came across to the audience, or at least, she hoped it did. But he wasn't Christian, and that depressed the both of them more than it should. Hearing his words echoing from the speakers never helped, not now.
When it was over she took her bows, smiling to the audience, and retreated backstage. By now, it wasn't freezing, it was blessedly cool. She sucked in a deep breath, and headed for her dressing room.