Yummy Chrispytine...Still

I took their jeans. So for $99.90, i gave my 2 hours for 2 minutes on stage. I think that's only fair.

Waiting, waiting, waiting. Amused at all the girlie banter back-stage.

"Did you bring curling tongs?"

" Eek..my hair sucks!"

" Ahh! I need a straightener!"

"Oh! I haven't wear bra."

" Ahh! I need to shave my armpits!"

Ok, i added the last line myself. I think my line would be more important than any of the above.

77 turned up on stage. I wasn't in there. I exited back-stage when i saw everyone squeezing in front, flashing their pearlies for their last second of fame. It wasn't a criteria to roll up those tube tops. 77 turned up. 76 did. One didn't.

That was me. My friend said, " hey! EVERYONE showed their tummy. Why didn't you!"

I said, " I don't need to." 2 tables of supporters but the whole time i was looking out for that one person. Maybe he came to give a surprise. He would have been pleased to see i finished the night with dignity.

With all other girls shaking their booty.

He asked if i played the piano. I said yes, and i'm good with my fingers.

"What else are you good with?" I said my mouth, with talking.

"What is your sexiest?"

My personality.