“Hey there, sugar. You ready?”
“Yeah. Scene’s almost over”
I didn’t have to look to know that it was Trevor, not just because of his perfume and his seductive whisper, but because we had shared this moment in the wings for the last two weeks. He was right in my ear, and his body was so close to mine in the darkness of the heavy stage curtains that I could feel heat emanating from it.
“I love you in this,” whispered Trevor, gesturing delicately toward my costume as I turned halfway around to see him…and to get a little space.
His voice truly was silky and sweet, but not in a way I could really enjoy. Was he about to come on to me? Or was he just teasing me? Or maybe testing the waters. He hadn’t spoken much to me during rehearsals or during the performances. But here in the wings, he spoke to me as if I were the object of his desire.
“You a sweet thing. So yuuuuung and buff. I bet the ladies all love you,” he simpered.
“I guess. Actually, this is the best I’ve done all month, Trev.” We shared a soft chuckle and a smile
“Boy, if you liked boys I would show you a LOT better then this.” He cocked his head slightly and grinned broadly at me.
Trevor was an exceptionally handsome (some would even say beautiful) muscular, black man, with a powerful, virile bass-baritone voice. He could shake the room with his singing, but in the wings, he was just as soft and feminine as a man could be. It really was the most affection I’d received in a few weeks. And in my own way, I appreciated the attention. But what can a straight man do to convey appreciation for affection from a gay man? I wanted him to know that he was something special, too, but being young and inexperienced, I didn’t know how to do this for fear of giving him the wrong idea.
“Ok, here comes my cue. Wish me luck?”
“Honey, you don’t need luck. You just go out there and do what you do!” And he gave me a playful pat on the ass as I turned to head for my second act, stage left entrance.