I watch Toga strut towards the down stage, feeling myself gear up. As embarrassed as she is about this, I’m at the opposite end of the spectrum. This… crowds, songs, stages...is what I do; it’s what I love. People wonder why I let the boys dress me up, and such, and this is the reason. All the world’s a stage, baby, and I love to play it. Course, I can’t say I wouldn’t have liked to change from this particular get up before stepping on stage, but c’est la vie, I suppose.

My eyes sweep the stage for Toga’s ashes briefly since I’ve discarded the hose and shoes simply as liabilities. When the music hits my part, I sweep the crowd with my eyes, giving them a playful smirk as I strut towards Fangy.

Yes, my man says he loves me, never says he loves me not

Tryin' to rush me good and touch me in the right spot

Covering the stage with grinds and sways, I note the look in Fang’s eyes and it touches the exhibitionist in me. Blood humming in my veins at the sounds of the crowd, I feel energized. Damn, I love this stuff.

See other guys that I've had, they tried to play all that mac shit

But every time they tried I said, "That's not it"

A small satisfied look passes through his eyes as I say this line, and I give him the prerequisite wink, moving down the stage to play up to some more of the crowd. Some smart ass is holding a fist full of dollar bills in his hand like I’m going to strip and I make a note of it. I can only think of a handful of people stupid enough to do so, and one of the suspects is Mr. Wonderful sitting here in front of me. I ignore the obvious bait to continue my part, mostly because I don’t think I could strip out of the bloody corset anyways.

But not this man, he's got the right potion

Baby, rub it down and make it smooth like lotion

Yeah, the ritual, highway to heaven

From seven to seven he's got me open like Seven Eleven

That one gets ‘em going. A sea of chuckles, snickers and out and out belly laughs ring out as I smirk my way through the biggest gimme line I’ve ever uttered. Trust the girls to leave me this verse. I’ll be hearing jokes about this for…oh, about the next ten years. But true to form, I keep my cool cause I’m on stage, taking more mental notes on who needs a beating for their laughs.

And yes, it's me that he's always choosin'

With him I'm never losin', and he knows that my name is not Susan

He always has heavy conversation for the mind

Which means a lot to me cuz good men are hard to find

The corners of my mouth tilt up at this one. There’s a bloody yardful of good men here, and I can personally attest to that. Giving one last smirk and grind in front of one of my favorite boys, I shimmy off stage quickly, preparing the crowd for the finale.