A RAINBOW STILL LOOKS PRETTY WHEN IT BLEEDS

Let's just say that sometimes you have to dance naked. I mean, people will look, stare even. Always watching, judging. You know, oh well. Dance. Just dance. Kiss them off these lips of mine.
The lights go up, the crowd bursts into uproarious cheer as the sisters make their way on stage. Like an electrofunk shock to my soul, Jake and Ana come out absolutely scorching. Red and black patent leather gleaming like freshly oiled abs. It's very hot. Sweaty for sure. The sea of sisters before me have the giddy of glee. The crowd is bouncing. Everywhere I look hands, feathers, fingers, and phones are all being waved in the streaking lights emanating from behind my scissors. One by one the buttons unbuttoned down my shirt. Pause. Dance. Just dance. It's been five years or so since I saw the sisters. I loved that tour opener that popped my cherry way back then, but tonight they were new. Licentious. Loud. Lovely. The energy was amazing. The pounding beats, with jakes falsetto, and Ana's soul had my appendages gyrating along with their cunning cadence. The tiny pebbles frolicked under my feet. At a show like this, you better be ready for the long haul. There's no stopping. You don't sit down. You dance. You dance your ever loving ass off. You try to keep your clothes on, but man it's hot, and so were my hotpants. I had decided awhile back that a feather boa is a good a shirt if you don't have anything else, however I was without said boa. Sweat beads are streaming down my wrinkled cheeks caused by the grin plastered on my mug. I sneak the shirt down my back from my shoulders. Do a little half shirt on, half shirt off ditty, and take it off. I brush the girl next to me who let's out some sort of "eww" noise while wiping her arm. "This is the front row honey" I mutter as I sway the other way into the invisible light. This is where I stay locked into perpetual motion. Prancing to and fro, making new friends, and enemies, but all in the sweet sweat soaked gooeyness of the dance floor. When the scissors give us their final kiss, I'm speechless. To my surprise, and my surprise alone THE SCISSOR SISTERS had rocked my snakeskin spandex right off! I don't even care if they respect me today.

That shit was hot.