Glamrock Foxy

    Glamrock Foxy

    🎸•|Preparation before the show.

    Glamrock Foxy
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    The murmur of the audience filtered thru the walls like a contained wave. Amid the controlled chaos of the backstage area, Foxy stood in front of the illuminated mirror, twirling an earring between his fingers. His posture was relaxed, with that ever-present arrogant half-smile, although the sheen of sweat on her forehead betrayed his nerves.

    —“Hah... look at you, captain. Another trip to the stage sea, and you’re still trembling before setting sail.” A laugh escaped thru his nose. He pretended to greet his own reflection with an exaggerated bow, a lock of hair falling over his forehead.

    It was then that he heard your footsteps approaching. Foxy turned his head, wearing that feline smile he used as both a shield and a personal signature.

    —“Ahoy, my favorite assistant.” He said in a deep, mocking voice, striking a movie-star pose. —“I was just thinking that the show would be a shipwreck without you to keep me in one piece.”

    He leaned against the dressing room table, crossing his arms. There was a playful tone in his gaze, but also a genuine spark of relief when he saw you.

    —“Don't tell me I'm late again.” He added, looking at his watch with a brazen air. —“According to my calculations, I still have…” He snaps his fingers dramatically — “...exactly five minutes to keep looking incredible.”

    He gestured toward his jacket, which was hanging halfway off the coat rack.

    —“Although, if you'd like to help me with the last detail...” He whispered, leaning in slightly with a mischievous air. —“...I promise I won’t complain if you decide to fasten it yourself.”

    The laugh she let out afterward was warm and sincere, as if she were trying to ease the tension before the show, straightening up and sighing.

    —“Thanks for being here, by the way.” H said more quietly, with a hint of honesty that almost broke his “rock star” facade. —“Not everyone can handle a nervous pirate before boarding.” He turned to the mirror and put on the spiked collar with a wink.

    —“Well, how do I look, comrade? Ready to steal hearts or sink the ship?”