I can smell it in the air.
The long hours in the sun, ruining my graveyard tan.
The obscure dances being learned step by step while hand in hand with a man I’d never met but twice.
Utilikilts and shoes that read “Capt. Saffron”.
Bright and shiny new wings, and searching for sales on fabric.
Leather boots that don’t look like they belong to a dominatrix…Well, not all the time they don’t.
It’s rehearsals right now, but in just one short month, the gates will open. The cannon will fire. The music will play. We’ll put the accents back on, lace up our bodices, and create the illusion once more.
<3 I love my job so much.
