And slowly, theatrically, unfurled a homemade—well, intern-made, extremely quickly, given the backstage conspiracy—banner. Relatively stiff, poseable, so it’d be readable. On that stick for easy waving.
“Oh my God,” Sam said out loud, unsure whether he was laughing or petrified or absolutely impressed to the core. By the audacity. The jumping out in front of every story, headfirst. The glitter and the conviction. The sheer f*****g ludicrous courage of it. “Leo…”
Leo’s banner shouted, Yes, I’m Bisexual! in large unmistakable sparkly rainbow letters. It also had rainbow ribbons at the edges. And tiny jingling bells.
It waved itself proudly at the studio audience, which shrieked in delight. Because Leo Whyte knew how to put on a show. How to take the personal, the intimate, and spin it int
