Kristine Pov.
I could feel his eyes still on me as I walked away, I was bored with his presence already, I just stayed because Clara still held the mic.
I hate the sudden obsession when they realize who the hell I was, if he didn't press further I wouldn't have opened up or said anything.
“Baby girl”. Clara hugged me from behind.
“How did I do?”. She asked, her eyes excited like she was so eager and satisfied that she entertained strangers.
“You did well”. I lied. I did hear her sing but I paid no attention to her. She had so much fun but it felt really silly entertaining a bunch of old men who wouldn't be entertained in bed and she could milk them off really well.
“The crowd loved my performance “. She held the change up popping it in the air, and it poured downwards.
“I’m sure the
