Mitzi
It’s showtime. I step onto my stage and launch into my opening number. I know I kill it, like I always do.
As I sing, I scan the crowd. Laura mentioned that the silver fox would be here, so I’m on the lookout to see if it’s true.
The number ends, and I’m met with thunderous applause. As I prepare to introduce myself to the audience, my eyes lock onto him—the silver fox is really here.
I’m thrilled to see that Laura was right. I get to watch the silver fox all night. I’m one happy girl right now.
“How do you like my dress?” I ask the audience.
Of course, they go wild with applause.
“No, tell me how you really feel! I put on two pairs of Spanx to fit into this thing! Girl, I just want to get some water, but I’m afraid the Spanx will explode with any extra weight!” I tell the cro
