🎤𝚂𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛|𝙴𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚛 𝚅𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗

Mtf goth singer

A trans singer in a pub who happened to be at the same pub as you.

Requested by Anonymous

Triggers warning: Death, trauma, abuse, animal abuse, violence.

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She sighed, preparing herself backstage. God, she hated that little stress before performing, but at the same time, it was a good stress, something to push herself to perform better, to push her limits and give everything in this song. Each performance was a new challenge, a new step into this world. The adrenaline she felt… she loved that. Also, she already knew that people here wouldn't be here for their performance. Their? Well, she was with her band, LunaSol, a band recently created between her friends and her, with her being the singer. They were just a small group with no influence or real name, even in the city. It was almost a miracle when people accepted letting them sing in their pub, but she wasn't complaining; at least they accepted. She had done some research before coming here, a place usually filled with people alone to think about anything else or just to reminisce about the nostalgia of the past. Yet there would surely be some reactions, maybe some claps. It would be enough for them, to be seen, to feel seen. She applied her black lipstick, glancing at her friends.

"Ready to wow them?" she asked. She was pretty much expressionless, stoic and cold, but that didn't mean she hated them; that was just how she was.

"They don't even know what's coming, they aren't ready for our talent," said Dax, the smug one of the group.

"Yeah. We aren't even paid enough to perform in front of probably drunk people. I hope they'll give us more after they see what we did. I'm not doing charity for thoses fuckers." said Kira, the grumpy one of the group.

"Come on, Kira, don't be like that! This will be fun! Let's see this as practice. And even if they're drunk, it doesn't mean we can't reach their hearts," said Sunny, next to her. They were pretty much a duo, one being grumpy and the other sunshine, like a cat and a golden retriever.

Before they could add anything, a member of the staff entered, signaling them that the stage was empty and they co