Chapter 5
Tyler tried to sit still as the makeup artist applied the stage makeup to his face. It was opening night and Tyler was jittery. He tapped his right foot.
“Stay still,” Ginny, the makeup artist, told him for the second time. She leaned in close, her breasts in his face. “Did you touch your hair?”
He shrugged. “I had an itch.”
She snorted and reached for a comb. “Next time just suffer. I can’t have your hair sticking up every which way.”
Tyler sighed. Tapped his foot again. Ginny hit his head with the comb. “Hey!”
“Well, how many times I gotta tell you? You have nothing to be nervous about anyway. You’re good, Tyler.”
He eyed her suspiciously. “Yeah?”
“Yes. Better than most of them, really. You’ll do fine.”
Tyler bit his lip. “Kevin said it’s a sellout.”
“It is and that’s
