The Troubadour
By Emery C. Walters
Going to the summer Renaissance Faire, or Ren Faire, was the highlight of my vacation. I looked forward to this particular one all year long. Sure, there were others, smaller or closer by, but this was the biggest and best. I’d had my gear packed for weeks. My costumes were in plastic bags, waiting to hang in the car. My instruments had been cleaned and tuned and practiced on so much, I’d had to clean and tune them again. This year, I was going to wear eyeliner, too, as it made me look sultry. It probably wouldn’t be right for the time frame, but I didn’t care, and I’d been having some of my drag queen friends help me make it look both stunning and natural at the same time.
Almost the last thing I had to do was remove my cat, King Henry, from one of my
