My Gig at the Espy

As I put my make up on I made faces at myself in the mirror and went over some of my lines. Lots and lots of makeup for under the bright lights. I even put foundation on before drawing black lines around my eyes. I don’t take very long, I have my make up routine down pat from my time as a Beauty Consultant for Estee Lauder. The 90’s uniform, replete with massive shoulder pads was complimented by a required amount of makeup. I was constantly getting told off for not wearing enough.

There was still an hour before I needed to leave but I was already nervous.

‘I am going to head off now guys’

‘You are a little early aren’t you?’

‘I will walk slowly and I can go over my lines again.’

‘People will think you are a nutter, wandering the streets mumbling to yourself’

‘And they will be right!’

‘Okay darling we are going to have dinner, we will be there later. Are you sure you don’t want to eat?’

‘I couldn’t, thank you’.

The streets were reasonably quiet, they were never completely deserted, there was always someone around but right then it felt very serene, a few locals walking their dogs or jogging after work. Everyone else was having dinner or in the pub. I still felt nervous but a good kind of nervous, excited and…