Lloyd kept his place private, for the most part. It was a personal project, one he wasn't prepared to show off unless he was sure it was done, ready to be revealed to the public and, scarier still, his friends. Which was why he never mentioned exactly where it was, to stop people 'dropping in'.... like Alex had just done.
Along with the project Lloyd was working on himself. He had a costume designer, sound man, and make up artist all helping him perfect his look for his alter-ego Feather Boa Constrictor. She'd been his confidence earlier in his life. Garret had loved her. But now Lloyd was doing it once again for himself and at this moment in time he was backstage, preparing to rehearse his entrance for opening night. Dressed in thigh-high red boots, a figure-hugging black dress helped along by a corset. He had full red lipstick on but nothing else, no wig no nothing... and he was preparing to walk out.
"Lloyd? He's around..." The rather cute barman looked about him, pointing eventually to the curtains. "Might be backstage..." Alex was directed to the lit-up platform, just as those red boots attached to Lloyd stomped out on stage, the shrink holding a microphone and cursing at the soundman.
"Fuck you, fuck you... one two is getting boring, don't look at me like that you big gay......"