Absolutely Unforgivable(79)
Unlike the men, the girls had been up for quite a bit longer. We had wardrobe to get into as well as hair and makeup. Brick had wanted us to really slut it up for the cameras but luckily Trista agreed with me in the wardrobe department and had styled all the girls in matching white and gold dresses. They were sexy, but classy. Well, all but Starla and Darla’s. For some reason they decided to forgo the elegant outfits and instead wear matching very low-cut white dresses that had shiny golden belts. When Trista asked them about the change they just went on about how the bigger belts would sparkle better for the cameras in the overhead lights. That, of course, wasn’t what Trista meant. The dresses were rather provocative for morning television and we all worried they would make them change or prevent us from getting to go on altogether.
Bree, Mindy, and Tiffany had similar looking Greek-goddess-like dresses that fell to the floor but had a split up the entire length of the gown exposing their legs. Tiffany was going to go onstage with us today. While she normally preferred to stay near Patrick while we were performing, with Trista’s encouragement, today she would be front and center with the rest of us. And by “encouragement” I mean Trista’s incessant whining.
For me, I had figured that since I was going to be placed front and center of the stage next to Billy they would find some outrageous costume to put me in and I wasn’t wrong. Mindy had found the dress in a magazine and had shown it to Trista. Together they worked with a local seamstress who handmade a similar copy for me. The dress was made into sections. The main part was a tight, flesh colored mini skirt that had delicate gold embroidered design around my chest to cover my breasts but just barely. Just in case anything happened or my dress moved in some way I hadn’t foreseen, I covered my nipples with a bronze sparkle eye shadow. Better to be safe than sorry.
Starting at about my hips the back of the dress went on to flow to the floor. It wasn’t really a separate piece, it all flowed seamlessly together, but to me it felt like different pieces since the front of the dress was so tight and short. Nobody else could tell from just looking at me, but I could feel the little pins that were attaching the train. On my feet I wore a brand new pair of gold sequin, platform heels that Trista had bought for me to match the dress. I loved them and marveled at how they sparkled in the lights as I nervously paced the floor waiting for them to call us on to the stage.
I tried to keep my focus on my shiny new shoes as we were shuffled off down a long hallway, headed towards the stage. Like the real pros the boys were, when it came time for them to head out they perked up and turned it on. You could actually see the transformation take place in their body language. It was fascinating to watch them go into rock star mode.
We strutted out to the stage where the equipment had been set up for us and the lights overhead were turned on. It took me a moment to adjust my eyes to their brightness. Trista was clapping her hands and saying “Places, ladies. Come on, we are about to go live.”
She stepped into the background standing behind the cameras and a man started to count down, “Ten, nine, eight, seven, six …” and then he said nothing. Instead he lifted his hand in front of him holding up five fingers, then four, then three, then two and then a bright red light on top of the camera came on.
Darla and Starla were perfectly positioned as always on each of Travis’ arms. Tiffany, Mindy, and Bree stood near Zander, and I was placed up front with Billy, only off to the side more. Billy took center stage and rightfully so. He looked so sexy in his faded blue jeans that hung a little low on his waist and showed just the top of his white Calvin Klein underwear underneath when he put his hands in his front pocket. He had on the band’s black t-shirt that fit him tightly and showed off every bit of the well-toned chest underneath.
The second the red light came on above the main camera in front of us, the band started playing. In all of the excitement I had forgotten to find out what song they had decided on. It was an upbeat song that had a solid rock beat to it. It was one of their originals and the lyrics mentioned something about his favorite memory. I had heard Billy singing it before in the bathroom in the mornings.
It didn’t really matter what song they played, us girls pretty much always had the same role; we were arm candy for the band. Sure I may have had a tambourine in my hand but I knew the real reason I was on stage with the other girls. We made the boys look good and that is all that Trista cared about, the image of her little rock gods in the making.
After the song was over, Billy and I were led over to sit next to the host of the show while she asked us several questions. While we were heading over to that part of the stage I heard her say, “Everyone give it up for our special guests Billy Snow, Stacy Keller, and the rest of Jessie’s Girl who performed their new song Favorite Memory.”