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With a hand that was shaking only so little – only little because he had learned to control it – Wilhelm reached out for the powder case on his vanity. The quiet click of the box, the touch of the soft puff on his skin, the familiar smell of his makeup helped to soothe the tension. It was a ritual that gave him peace for a minute – his very own rhythm when he pulled his stockings all the way up his thighs and fixed the straps of his garters. When he adjusted the tape around his head that would hold the wig in place. When he dipped the brush into the creamy lipstick to color his mouth red – paint it lush and plump the way it never looked when he was being Wille. When he was being someone else. Someone ‘real’.
Wilhelm Lundberg – the boy behind the mask – he was nothing. There was nothing about him to catch anyone’s attention. Nothing noteworthy. Nothing lovable. And it was probably his own fault, for he was hard to love.
“Get your ass up, you’re on in five!”, the assistant shouted and pulled Wille from his musing.
Right. He had a show to stage.