“Peace out y’all” she said as she pursed her lips and raised her eyebrows suggestively towards no one in particular. It was time for her ten minute break in between sets. She went to the bathroom to change and relieve the sweat that she had worked up in her black vinyl pants.
In the tiny back bathroom which substituted as a dressing room, she stood behind the door in front of the full length mirror, wringing out her long wavy black hair. It had frizzed out a bit under the heat, but she enjoyed that unbrushed hard rocker look. She took a few gulps of water, ran her tongue over her thin smirking lips, reapplied her dark lipstick with a pink tint, and smiled. This is what nights were all about: Her music, her audience, being adored, that surge of sheer adrenaline that flowed through her veins. The energy would replace the rumble in her stomach, reminding her she had barely eaten for days.
Alone, she turned sideways in the mirror and looked at herself; at her stomach which had become something of a signature trademark. She had a long lean paper-thin torso. She watched her ribs move as she took a breath and ran her fingers over the chiseled muscles, lower and lower over her jutting pelvic bones.
When the door flung open, Karyn quickly abandoned her self-inspection. It was Ray.
“Hey, grrrl!” She said with genuine recognition and excitement. “Wasn’t that just wild? I was feelin’ that shit!”
She proceeded to change while Ray offered shy words of praise. Ray watched as Karyn lifted her cut up white tanktop over her head, revealing a black sports bra. Her visible muscles reached all the way to the fabric. Karyn then slid off her imitation plastic pants while hopping to the center of the bathroom.
“You don’t even understand the feelin’ I’m havin’ in these pants right now...they just gonna slide right off. There’z gonna be a puddle!”
Ray watched as Karyn wriggled out of her sweat soaked pants, the zippers clinking on the floor as they fell to the ground. Karyn wore nothing underneath but black french cut panties with a silver chain hanging across the front. Even her underwear had character. She had no shame. It was as if she changed in front of people all the time. She continued to blabber on excitedly as Ray stared; Karyn’s arms were long and sinewy, like a ballerina’s arms. The skin clung tightly to her petite bones, outlining her miniature biceps and triceps, perfectly sculpted. Her legs were similar in shape, but a little more muscular around the thighs, from all of the squats in her performances. Across the inside of her right thigh was a tattoo of a large black dragon. Peeking up out of her underwear on the center of her lower hip was a black flaming sun. Karyn bent down to retrieve a skirt out of her canvas bag. Ray noticed another tattoo, a large winged creature spread across Karyn’s back; A back that outlined her spine and her ribs and her shoulder blades.
Karyn pulled on a piece of cut green army fabric that would serve as a skirt. It hung off her hips, low enough to reveal her panties. Still smiling and panting, she brushed her black bangs out of her pale face which was starting to have a hint of life lines from all of the drugs and cigarettes through the years.
“Oh man! They’re goin’ crazy out there! I was jus’ tearin’ it up. Feel dis, it’s off da hook!”
