The door to the small and messy cabin opened suddenly. The woman busted in and slammed it with all the force her sheer anger could produce. She had mascara tears flowing on her chicks and the whole make-up was now a mess - a previous work of art she would probably have to redo. One red stiletto heel flew across the room and thrust itself into the mirror. The other one hit the table in front of the mirror, turning down and scattering on the floor make-up stuff, jewelry and cheap magazines. The woman sat on the chair, looking disgusted at the disgustingly looking back at her figure from behind the broken mirror. “Now you look more like yourself, dear Katia” she said to the reflected puzzled image, and resigned into a deep and long sigh.
The crisis over, she started picking up her things from the floor, and concluded that it hadn’t been a very inspired option to throw her shoes around and end up destroying her personal assets. It was her make-up items that made her job possible, after all. Her very existence depended on them, for that matter. “But not for long now. Not for long…”
She sat back on the chair and began removing her stage costume, piece by piece. Big round golden-like earrings came off first and she had a few seconds of hesitation whether to throw them into the waste paper basket, next to the dozens editions of “Glamour & Shine” and “Lady Mystique”, or throw them back into the jewelry box. “Two more weeks of crap like this, and then I’ll buy myself a pair of nice ones, little silver drop like earrings”. The scorned items fell next to their siblings. Three similar bracelets had the same fate.
She got her bag from the peg and produced a hand mirror from its insides. With almost automate gestures, she took a face cloth and started wiping off her makeup. Her true figure was slowly coming out into the neon lights of the broken mirror. She wasn’t ourageously beautiful underneath the layers of chemicals, rough features like a couple of deep stripes on her forehead unveiling a life of daily torments. She unbuttoned her nearly transparent top and cupped her breasts. The figure from behind the mirror threw a satisfied smile back at her, showing off two lines of imaculate white teeth. “One whole year of hormons therapy. Now that’s money well spent, girl!” she grinned at herself bouncing the nice round breats.
Two sudden knocks on the door ripped her off from her day-dream. The man from behind the door didn’t bother waiting for an answer and busted in. “Kevin, get dressed and get your sorry black ass back on the stage. You’ve got your favorite clients waiting, you fucking faggot!” he shouted at her, grabbing her by the arm.
“Always such a gentleman, Roy darling. Yeah, go tell the freaks I’ll be there in a minute. I’m just making myself pretty for them” she said ironically to the fat full of sweated man, wresting herself from his grip. After he left, she put her clothes on, randomly picked a pair of rubbish earrings from the jewelry box and began redoing the piece of art on her eyelids.
As she headed for the door, she took one more look at the girl from the mirror and sent her a kiss, humming serenely on Neil Diamond’s “Girl, you’ll be a woman, soon”
thank you *bows*