Just a couple more songs and this night can be doonnnnne.

Away from all the eyes of the pit, I give myself permission to drop my Rocket Walk, drag my talons across the floor, let my wings droop down to my sides and GROAN. Oh, my GOSH - why is my life so fricking hard? Practice singing, dancing, then more singing and dancing, but in front of people.

I smooth my red headfeathers down, and swat the dressing room door open. For some reason, you're there. "Uhh... Did my manager send you?"