ANDY'S POV

I opened the back door to the Cabaret and found an empty dressing room. Heechul was nowhere to be found. I pulled out my phone to text him when the door swung open and the Emcee came in.

"Heechul is sick." He said, noticing my confused expression. "He told me to tell you he will be out for a while, he doesn't know how long."

"Well ." I said, looking at our costumes. "What should I do now?"

"Do you have a backup?" He said, starting to put on his makeup for the rehearsal.

"I don't know..." I looked at my phone in my hand. Maybe there was someone I could ask. There was Dongwan hyung, but he is still sick from the night before. The thought of the night before gave me an idea. I found the contact and called him.

"Oh, Andy!" Hyesung said after picking up. "What's up?"

"Hi hyung! About that job that you are looking for..."

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HYESUNG'S POV

I hung up my phone and quickly got ready to go. I grabbed my wallet and my keys and ran towards the door. Eric was in the living room playing with Gomdori when he noticed me in a hurry.

"What is wrong?" Eric asked.

"Huh?"

"Why are you running around like that?"

"Oh. Andy said that there is a job I could do so I'm going to meet him, but he said I needed to be quick. I might be late coming home tonight, too, so don’t worry about me." I stopped running around and stood in front of him. "Does this look presentable?"

"You look great." He smiled up at me.

"Thanks." I smiled back. We looked at each other for a while until I felt my face flush. "A-anyways, see you tonight!" I rushed to the door and heard his grunt of acknowledgement.

I pulled out my phone to check the address of the place Andy found for me. I got to a parking lot that and saw a sign for a place that sounded familiar. Then it hit me. Of course! He found one so fast, where else would it be? I debated whether or not to actually go in for a while, before I decided I would stick it out. I can't just back out on him now, right? I thought as I approached the big sign with "Drag Cabaret" written in neon letters on it.

I went to the backdoor like Andy told me to and knocked on it. I heard a faint "coming" on the other side and the sound of heels hitting the floor. The door swung open and there was Andy, half - way done with his makeup.

"Hyung!" He said, smiling upon seeing me. "You're here! Come in." He moved out of the doorway to give me space to walk in. It was a dressing room. To the left there were big vanities with light bulbs around the boarders of the mirrors. The desk parts of them were covered with wigs, hair products, and make up. To the left were clothing racks divided up into sections with people’s names over them. I started feeling a bit regretful after coming into the room.

"Quick! Sit down." Andy said, pushing me down to a chair. “We need to start your makeup.”

He frantically started looking through concealers to find the one closest to my skin tone. Once he found it he pulled my fringe back with a hair band and started lathering the concealer on to my face.

“Hey,” I said, speaking for the first time. “Isn’t it a bit… much?”

“Of course not, hun. This is drag, not just a day out to the park.” A stranger said to me, fully done up.

“Gwibum is right, Hyesung.” Andy said, starting to contour my face. “Also, Gwibum, respect your hyung.”

“Isn’t it unnie now?”

Unnie? What had I gotten myself in to?

“Hyung, are you okay with her referring to you as unnie?”

I sighed.

“At this point, I might as well go all out.” I said, smiling.

“Good.” Andy said, starting on my eyes. “By the way, do you know the lyrics to ‘Bad Girls’ by Lee Hyori?”

“Yeah, why?”

“Because you are lip synching with me to it.”

“But, isn’t there choreography or something?”

“Yeah, but we can mix it up for tonight.”

I started getting nervous. I’m not very good at dancing. Why can’t I actually sing? I sighed.

“What’s wrong?” Andy asked, stopping the application of lipstick on me. “Don’t tell me you are going to back out.”

“No! No. It’s just that I can’t really dance.”

“Don’t worry about it!” He patted my shoulder. “As long as you look good, it will be fine. And we have that covered. Look at you.”

He turned me to face the mirror. What the hell? I couldn’t believe that was actually me.

“Gwibum, can you help Hyesung find extensions that match his hair color while I finish my makeup?” He turned to the mirror. “His fringe is too nice to cover up.”

“Sure.” Gwibum said, picking up some extensions and comparing it to my hair. “Perfect!” He said once he found golden blonde extensions. He handed them to me.

“Can you help?” I asked Gwibum after struggling trying to figure out how to put them in.

“Of course.” He took the extensions from me and skillfully placed them in my hair. “Daebak.” He said once he was done. “He totally looks like a girl.”

“I knew you would be good for this, Hyesung.” Andy said, putting on his wig after he finished his makeup. “Do you think he could fit into Heechul’s costumes, Gwiboom?”

“Most likely.”

“Good.” He said, taking out a dress from the section marked ‘Lady Hee Hee.’ “That reminds me, what should your name be?”

“Uhm… Hyesung?”

“No, I mean like your drag queen name. Like mine is Anne Dee, and Gwibum’s real name is Kibum.”

“Oh…” I tried to think of girls names that were similar to mine.

“How about Lemonsyung?” Gwibum said. “Because of his haircolor.”

“I think it’s fine. For now at least.” Andy said, nodding in approval. “Now go change into this.” He gave me the dress he had taken down for me and nudged me toward the changing room. It was a red dress that went halfway down my thighs. It was long sleeved, and the sleeves and upper torso areas were made of lace. I put on the dress and hesitated before coming out.

"Wow..." Andy said, staring at me. "You really should stay with this job." I uncomfortably fiddled with my dress. "Put these on, too." He handed me red devil horns. "Let's go to the stage and run through the song once or twice, just to make sure you get the dynamics."

I followed him to the stage and we went through the song, making sure I knew the lyrics. He gave me little pieces of choreography that I could use during the performance. After that, he introduced me to some of the wait staff and bartenders. Then we went back to the dressing room and waited for the show to start. 

"Anne Dee, 5 minutes!" A man said from the door.

"Thank you 5!" Andy called back. "Let's go to our positions."

I followed behind him. When we got to the backstage area, I peaked out at the audience and heavy sighed.

"Nervous?" Andy said, grabbing my hand.

"Yeah."

"You'll do great."

The Emcee started to announce our performance, and I started sweating more than ever. Andy squeezed my hand and gave me a smiled.

"Break a leg." He said, and we went on stage.

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(A/N omg what is going to happen did you see that coming i did because i planned it like this obv im the author im sorry if you dont like this fic you should go read my other one then it is completely different anyways leave a comment please and thank)