the dark, their costumes sparkled. Justin fixed on a point in front of him and concentrated.
As the first, almost quiet notes of the song’s percussion started, a few whoops hollered out through the audience. Hen parties were out in force, then. They always loved a double act.
Justin remembered to flick his mic on. The song started, and he waited for his cue. The deep voice on the song sang the first line, and Justin and Tam lifted their mics in sync and sang together. The house lights went up, making their costumes sparkle. The song was Daddy Cool , a new opener for them. A great cheer went up from the audience, especially from the hen parties, once they saw it was men performing.
Justin grinned easily, moving perfectly in time with Tam as they began the dance. It started off standing in place; hip thrust, sing, and point to the audience. Wink, smile. Piece of cake. The women went crazy. One woman near the front, wearing a pink feather boa, was literally screaming. Justin hoped she’d remain seated; while he didn’t mind crowd interaction too much, he knew it annoyed Tam.
They danced their way through the song, tapping the stage with their heels. The feathers got on Justin’s nerves a bit. He’d have to ask Tam to trim them back, or something. Swiveling and turning, dancing past each other, Justin spotted a few faces watching from the side of the stage. The stage manager, a woman, and a man in a suit he didn’t recognize. Justin hoped it was a booker and he liked what he saw.
He put extra gusto into his performance. When his next cue came, he twirled into position and dropped to one knee in front of Tam. He looked up at his partner, trailing his free hand down his thigh as his face became level with his crotch. “Oh, daddy ,” he declared, all breathy and overacted.
The hen parties were screaming their heads off. Good . Justin hoped the booker, or whoever he was, noticed. Tam’s fingers threaded through Justin’s hair, but not enough to wreck it. They’d practiced this move so much. After a bit more tease and some sultry looks, Tam hauled Justin back up by his hand, turning him around. Now came the grinding together part. It was really quite comical, especially with the Oh, my goodness! expression Justin set in place. The act was supposed to be humorous, with a dash of raunch.
On cue, when the music changed, they broke apart with a smile to continue the chorus again. The audience was clapping along now, totally won over. The woman with the pink boa was on her feet, waving it in the air. When their act finished, the applause was enthusiastic.
For a London crowd, that was often the best one could hope for.
Tam and Justin took a bow, then trooped offstage as the emcee returned. Backstage, the stage manager was pleased with them. “I like you two,” she said with a smile. “No props to place, nothing to pick up either. And the audience love you. Wonderful.”
“We try our best,” Tam declared, favoring her with a smile.
Justin grinned and then noticed the suited man approach. “Tam. And Justin, was it? Outstanding show.” He complimented them on their performance, but his eyes strayed down their bodies.
Oh, Justin thought. One of those . Whoever he was—booker, agent, who gave a monkey’s?—he was clearly eager to try his luck first. Usually those sorts of guys bought them plenty of drinks, said a lot of sweet things, and rarely did it go anywhere. Justin couldn’t muster up the enthusiasm tonight.
“I’d like to hear more about your act,” the guy said. “I’ll be at the bar after the show.”
Tam was all over this one. Justin recognized his flirt mode activated; touches on the arm, posing on the spot. “Sounds perfect!” he said, beaming a smile at him.
Justin forced himself to smile.
They had another two acts to do yet, so there wasn’t time to hang around and chitchat. For that, Justin was relieved. The suited man slipped away, and Tam dragged Justin off to a quiet corner of the
As the first, almost quiet notes of the song’s percussion started, a few whoops hollered out through the audience. Hen parties were out in force, then. They always loved a double act.
Justin remembered to flick his mic on. The song started, and he waited for his cue. The deep voice on the song sang the first line, and Justin and Tam lifted their mics in sync and sang together. The house lights went up, making their costumes sparkle. The song was Daddy Cool , a new opener for them. A great cheer went up from the audience, especially from the hen parties, once they saw it was men performing.
Justin grinned easily, moving perfectly in time with Tam as they began the dance. It started off standing in place; hip thrust, sing, and point to the audience. Wink, smile. Piece of cake. The women went crazy. One woman near the front, wearing a pink feather boa, was literally screaming. Justin hoped she’d remain seated; while he didn’t mind crowd interaction too much, he knew it annoyed Tam.
They danced their way through the song, tapping the stage with their heels. The feathers got on Justin’s nerves a bit. He’d have to ask Tam to trim them back, or something. Swiveling and turning, dancing past each other, Justin spotted a few faces watching from the side of the stage. The stage manager, a woman, and a man in a suit he didn’t recognize. Justin hoped it was a booker and he liked what he saw.
He put extra gusto into his performance. When his next cue came, he twirled into position and dropped to one knee in front of Tam. He looked up at his partner, trailing his free hand down his thigh as his face became level with his crotch. “Oh, daddy ,” he declared, all breathy and overacted.
The hen parties were screaming their heads off. Good . Justin hoped the booker, or whoever he was, noticed. Tam’s fingers threaded through Justin’s hair, but not enough to wreck it. They’d practiced this move so much. After a bit more tease and some sultry looks, Tam hauled Justin back up by his hand, turning him around. Now came the grinding together part. It was really quite comical, especially with the Oh, my goodness! expression Justin set in place. The act was supposed to be humorous, with a dash of raunch.
On cue, when the music changed, they broke apart with a smile to continue the chorus again. The audience was clapping along now, totally won over. The woman with the pink boa was on her feet, waving it in the air. When their act finished, the applause was enthusiastic.
For a London crowd, that was often the best one could hope for.
Tam and Justin took a bow, then trooped offstage as the emcee returned. Backstage, the stage manager was pleased with them. “I like you two,” she said with a smile. “No props to place, nothing to pick up either. And the audience love you. Wonderful.”
“We try our best,” Tam declared, favoring her with a smile.
Justin grinned and then noticed the suited man approach. “Tam. And Justin, was it? Outstanding show.” He complimented them on their performance, but his eyes strayed down their bodies.
Oh, Justin thought. One of those . Whoever he was—booker, agent, who gave a monkey’s?—he was clearly eager to try his luck first. Usually those sorts of guys bought them plenty of drinks, said a lot of sweet things, and rarely did it go anywhere. Justin couldn’t muster up the enthusiasm tonight.
“I’d like to hear more about your act,” the guy said. “I’ll be at the bar after the show.”
Tam was all over this one. Justin recognized his flirt mode activated; touches on the arm, posing on the spot. “Sounds perfect!” he said, beaming a smile at him.
Justin forced himself to smile.
They had another two acts to do yet, so there wasn’t time to hang around and chitchat. For that, Justin was relieved. The suited man slipped away, and Tam dragged Justin off to a quiet corner of the
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