song: The Center - Shin Hyesung (love this song too! Miss Terry, Miss Terry xD)     ---   'Say what? No way You're crazy Get loss'   ---     "Hey, I'm late, sorry." He said to particularly no one and clumsily threw his heavy bag to the vacant chair inside the waiting room, and pulled the entire length of his wig to one side of his shoulder. The long hair was really making him uncomfortable but he knew he needed to get use to it, since he's getting almost double payment from what Kwanghee told he would get. Besides, it's not like he had to do anything to turn into a girl, other than enduring the tedious process and acting like one since the rest were handled by Gyuri. Speaking of which, he's reminded of the medicine to make his voice girlier and drank a shot of it for his performance, even though the backtrack containing original voice of the singers were too loud for his voice to be heard anyway.   Today, he had made sure to drop by at the hospital to bring food for Chulhee before going to Gyuri for his beauty routine. He wanted to slip into his new role comfortably, as quickly as possible. If a real girl who's prettier than him and could dance without any awkwardness come to apply for the job, he could be ousted easily. He couldn't let that happen. He knew he needed to improve, badly.     "Julie. Get ready in ten minutes."   'Huh? In ten minutes?' He refrained from saying it loud, still uncomfortable at the thought of his real voice coming out even though the medicine had proven to be useful and had an immediate effect. Yet, he still insisted on talking as little as possible in his feminine voice and resorted to just nodding at the order from the gruff club manager with stache who hardly smile or talk to the staffs but strangely accepted him to work without much deliberating nor questioning. He wouldn't complaint about that.     Today, he had less difficulty in completing his task. He even felt like he was actually enjoying the dance routine a little more. Kwanghee was actually useful at giving pointers to do a few simple moves through his y dance cheat demonstration. Things are starting to feel better and easier compared to yesterday. That's what Heechul liked to hope for.   Today he was ordered to widen his repertoire for the customers and add some cuteness to the iness. Said the note left by the manager. He wondered why couldn't the manager just said everything he needed to say instead of leaving notes. It wasn't that hard for him though. According to Kwanghee's list of dance cheats, shaking his butts would suffice to satisfy the crowd with his 'dance skill' and could be applied for both y and cute female dance.   He went up on stage after clearing his mind from any thoughts and as pink and red coloured spotlights beamed on him, he started moving around without a care. He felt thankful that the lights were so blinding he couldn't even see the crowd even though he could hear their cheerings and he would rather not understand any of the words thrown by the floor.   'Noeul must be watching from down there right now...but it's okay. She wouldn't care. Why would she?...why do I even think of it?' He berated himself, all the while trying to keep up flirty smiles that Kwanghee thought him. The thought of Noeul watching him perform like this still didn't sit well even how many times he gave talk to himself to not be bothered since she wouldn't care.   But the thing is, he cared.     "Hey, why are you wearing so many clothes? Isn't it hot up there? Take it off! Take it off!" He wanted to dismiss the yelling he assumed coming from some drunk customer, but his increasing loud voice worried him.   "Hey , are you listening or are you deaf?!!" The man challenged him again. At this rate, he was more than ready to go down stage and give that man a punch or two. What a fking bastard.   But he remained calm and continued dancing, though by then, he had forgotten all the moves and simply twirled around. He didn't want to stop, just because of a trash-mouth ahjussi. He knew he only needed to keep going on until the music stops, but the next thing he knew, there's a commotion and suddenly somebody was pulling her wrist to stop and then began tugging at her dress. This couldn't mean good. What if his cover blown? Using his normal strength, he pushed the man who looked old enough to be his own father until the latter landed on his own stomach.   "Hey! What are you? A man?! Come here you ! Show your real face if you dare, trannie!"   'Ommo, he knows?'   Luckily for him, the security guard, plus a few waiters had taken the man down stage, including Kwanghee who casted a panic look at him. And so he did the only thing he could, smiled slightly and gave a small nod to reassure that he's alright.   As soon as he stepped down stage, more than ready to return to becoming Heechul and get off his Julie guise, somebody was already waiting for him, backstage, with her arms crossed.    "Hee...I mean...umm, are you alright? Did that crazy bastard do anything to you?"   "No. I'm okay. It's not like...I'm really a girl." He rolled his eyes, but Noeul was quick to shut him down.   "Hey, slow it down, will 'ya? Others don't know okay." She hushed him. "If...anyone bullies you just tell me, and I'll kick their butts, okay." She gave a thumbs up, making him scoffed.   "You're crazy...Seriously?" He asked, still in his girlified voice. "What, you think I can't beat them up on my own?"   "Hey, it's better for you to stay put when you're in a pretty dress like this, right?" She laughed. "Hey, I better get going or they'll think I ran away from work." She walked