Falling for the BOSS

The first look…

Madisons POV:

It’s the night of my first performance, i’d picked my outfit up from the dressmakers, a lilac leotard embellished with crystals lining the neck and spraying in a waterfall all over the bodice, with light tulle frills lining the top of the leg, it halter necks and ties in a large bow at the back of my neck, paired with matching satin gloves and with the same delicate frills just above the elbow. I designed it with the spotlights in mind, maybe if I sparkled so bright underneath them Jake would notice me. Notice me for more than just a worker, what a dream.

I tugged the bags out from the backseat of my car and headed into my caravan, it’s nothing special but it’s home. I’d covered the originally blue seats with beige fluffy blankets and replaced all of the cushions with plaid grey and cream ones and laid light grey rugs across the floor. Everything had a place, just where was I going to put my now most important garment.

I jumped in the shower, just to freshen up and have a last minute reality check. I’d had an everything shower the night before so I was as smooth as a seal. Once I got out I attempted to tame my long, blonde curly locks, applied some glittery bronzing cream to every bit of skin that would be on show and started on my makeup. I used a foundation a couple shades too dark for me so that the lights wouldn’t wash me out, and did a dark smokey eye that had a pop of lilac to compliment my outfit along with a spot of glitter on the inner corner of my eye.

I usually got my eyelashes done, nothing massive just so they were noticeable, but this time I made sure they were extra long and fluffy, if i fluttered my eyelashes i’m sure i’d fly away. But it worked with the look, and that’s what I needed.

I pulled on my matching lilac, glossy thigh high boots , the block heels are 5 inches high and completely covered in more crystals. A disco ball must’ve been the desired outcome when I thought of all of this, but now i couldn’t help but think is it all too much?

Shaking like a leaf, i grabbed my “Circus Cortez” navy parka jacket, poured myself a shot of the closest drink i could get my hands on, necked it and before i went out the door, filled my lips with a deep red lipstick that before i could only describe as something a man eater would wear. Perfect.

I was ready.

I walked over to the back entrance of the tent, it faces all of the staff and performers caravans and RVs, out of view from the general public, and wandered over to Sonny, a fresh 18 year old who gained the role of Ringmaster 6 months ago when we found him after our few weeks in Gloucester. Sonny was a shy kid, nothing much going for him looks wise, but like many was completely taken by the atmosphere of the Cortez.

“You ready Mads?” He hollered.

Fuck no, I was not ready.

“Hey Sonny, How many are in tonight?” I shouted back, trying to put on the bravest face i could muster.

It was opening night in Finsbury Park, it was bound to be busy, it usually was in London, sold out most night in fact, but I was hoping that there might have been a malfunction with the advertising.

“Full house tonight, and they’ve all heard there’s a newbie on the floor tonight”

Great.

I didn’t have a chance to reply, Sonny ran out through the curtain and onto the floor, hyping up the audience for the “Brand new act, with never before reached levels of danger and a slap of sexiness” Cheers Sonny, What to live up to…

The backstage staff arranged my props just through the curtain at the back of the floor, tucked behind the huge LED “Cortez” letters that sat around the back bend of the tend, they acted as a barrier between the audience and the backstage, but also hid all of the props for the different acts so that the audience could only focus on the “magic”, as Henry says anyway.

After what felt like milliseconds, Sonny came flying back through the curtain, releasing what sounded like ecstatic chaos from the main arena. I took my jacket off and shook my entire body like a wet dog hoping that it would make a slight bit of difference to my nerves.

“It’s your time to shine babe”, Henry came round the corner and held my shoulder. “Knock ‘em dead” I couldn’t help but try and cover myself and preserve my modesty, my t**s were almost out because of the neckline of my outfit, and this man had never seen me in anything other than filthy work clothes or a shirt and apron. Grow up Madison, you’re about to show this to 500 people.

I looked back over my shoulder and smiled, took the deepest breath possible and ran through the curtain into the arena.

The spotlights slapped me in the face, but i didn’t have time to let my eyes adjust, I just had to smile cheek to cheek and bare it, the crowd erupted into applause and cheers as my music started, one of the stage hands gave me my two pre- lit batons as i filled my mouth with paraffin, i don’t think i could ever get used to the taste of that s**t.

I flung my arms in the air, causing another eruption from the audience, and began my act. The atmosphere in the arena was out of this world, dancing with all the attitude i could give, it all went well, however i’m sure i have a few singed hairs as my locks fell almost to my ass, not to mention the vile taste i had burnt onto my tongue, but it was coming to the end of my 20 minute long stint, i refilled my mouth with my water bottle replaced with the paraffin, climbed up prop stairs i had made for my show, almost tripping over as i wasn’t used to the huge heels i was now wearing.

Breathe Madison, breathe.

I straddled the backwards chair at the top of the platform and bent down over it, my right leg pointed straight out to my side, I used the baton that was still very much alight to caress up my leg, the audience loved it, wolf whistles from middle aged men flooded my ears from all angles. Right on beat my head whipped up and the biggest spit of fire i have ever produced filled the arena with heat. I did it. The arena bellowed into cheers and applause with screams and whistles, i must’ve been grinning like the f*****g cheshire cat.

I was higher up on the platform, the lights didn’t dazzle me as much as they did on the floor, I couldn’t see much of the audience, but i could see the walkway at the top of the back row behind the seats. There he was, leant up against the wall with his arms crossed and one leg across the other. Staring straight at me.

Jake Flynn.