“Everything is ready. All you have to do is perform.” Gray handed me a thermos of warm water. My tuxedo was pressed and Gray’s makeup brushes were spread across the counter. He flicked on the lights surrounding the mirror and gestured for me to be seated, but stopped me. “Oh, let’s do your makeup after you get changed, but make sure you leave your shirt off. I don’t want to ruin it.”
“Yeah, that’s right. We already discussed that.” I murmured, then Gray took the thermos from me and I walked over to the metal clothes rack on the other side of the dressing room. I shrugged off my hoodie and hung it up and was about to peel off my t-shirt when an unexpected shyness overcame me. Changing clothes backstage was nothing new for me. I’d done it hundreds of times in front of rooms filled with othe
