you were velvette's favorite model. perfect face, body, personality, everything.

you were in your dressing room, doing your makeup. you heard the vees talking about you outside of the room, it was all good things.

velvette walks in and puts her hands on her hips. "c'mon! you have an hour before you get on that stage." she sighs and picks the makeup brush and does your makeup, you flinch.

"christ on a stick," she lifts your chin up. "stop flinchin'. get your head in the game, yeah?" she sighs.