Mirror mirror on the wall

By Emerald Amber

LP M/? G

Challenge by Just a Duck: in one or two paragraphs describe Mike BUT DO NOT USE the words emcee/rapper, asian, tall, deep brown eyes/chocolate eyes, dark.

<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

Leaning on the opposite wall to the mirror of our dressing room, I try to make myself invisible and enjoy this private performance: Mike thinks he is the last one to get ready for tonight’s show and so he takes his time of vanity.

He puts on and adjusts his khaki pants strings, fitting them perfectly to his hips, allowing not even an inch of his underwear to show. He bounces slightly up and down, trying his knot resistance. Pants still on. He nods in contentment while absentmindedly brushing his left hand over his stomach and chest, his sun kiss like skin exposed to no one but lucky me!

Cocking his head to one side he experiments a small, shy, very cute smile, showing some teeth while raising his cheeks to his trusting almond eyes in an invitation to a caress or a kiss. Where did that face come from?! Is he up to some heart breaking tonight? I pity our fans… Oh well, lucky them! This smile is just for them.

His right hand picks up his chosen shirt, a black one with red Japanese letters on it. Does he know what is written there? There are times I forget about his family background. We are together in this for so long that his oriental features almost vanish before my eyes. I said almost!

He stares on his reflex intently, studying his face, his body, his clothes, making all look perfect and at his content. It is funny how everyone is deceived about his height… He is not that much bigger than me. Still, he has this aura around him that makes him look greater than life.

He rolls his fingers across his half spiked hair. It seems that today it won’t behave as expected, annoyingly falling down over his forehead. He shakes his head while biting on his lower lip and diving into his duffel bag in search of something. Finally he finds his object: a hat! He tries it backwards first, but decides against it, wearing his black cap in the traditional fashion.

Someone cries after us from the other side of the door. It’s five minutes to go. The band needs its leader and singer.

He turns and sees me smiling at him. He grins back at my goofy face.

“So, how long were you there?” He gets closer.

“All the time.” I reach for him, sliding one arm over his strong shoulder. I can smell his citric perfume and giving in to its seduction I lay a small peck on his exposed neck. He does the same for me.

How could I be ready for a show without one of his kisses? That’s our way to say good luck to each other before every show. We leave the dressing room and meet the others for a group hug.

From the backstage we can listen to the crowd crying for us. Tonight will be great.

The End

PS: I just noticed I forgot to give Mike his sneakers! So he went to stage barefeet! Wouldn't be much of a distraction, would it?;D

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