"Angel? Where's your wig? Children are running away crying when they see you!" Joanne, who'd been tricked by Maureen into coming to see Hannah Montana with Collins and Angel whispered to him (I mean Angel) "It's getting cleaned doll… you think I went too far with the make-up?" he replied through bulging red lips, glitzy purple eyelids, and those rosy red cheeks that had just gotten a few more pats of blush today. "Uh, Yeah!" Joanne spurted out honestly, as the four-some made their way through Hannah Montana's crowded audience. Angel spotted a little girl crying around his feet (those short cute things), and stooped down to her level. "Calm down honey, I don't bite." Angel smiled, pulling a lollipop from his freshly stitched coach bag. "Here baby." The girl took it nervously, still too scared for words. Angel smiled again and the child scurried away, and he was positive now that the make-up was too much. He dusted off his brand new pink skirt with the dangly stars (yay it was done!) "I think you were right hon'" Angel whispered to Joanne. Far ahead of the two, Maureen and Collins were skipping along, shrieking "Hannah Montana! Hannah Montana!"
"This is disgusting." Joanne groaned. How did Maureen ever talk her into this? Angel shrugged. "It could be good." Joanne just glared at him like, 'Ok, I knew you were gay but I always thought you had some common sense'
They settled down in the back, after much argument over how hard it is to see from the back, but they were taller than most of the audience and they'd get in peoples ways. So in the back they were, waiting and waiting. A few little girls came up to Angel to tell him they liked his skirt, but as soon as they saw his powdered Barbie doll face, they got scared and let out hose cute little screams. Angel's lollipops seemed to make them feel better though. Joanne stood off to the side, mumbling to herself of how the supposedly beautiful garden reeked of rich mothers and dirty little girls and the concert was going to be so boring and fake and what kind of grown man or woman could possibly be so excited that they were screaming louder then the children- then when she got here, her mind crossed over to the thought that homosexuals probably didn't count. These were Collins and Maureen, standing in front of them screaming and screaming! Finally Angel just sighed and hollered to Joanne over all the noise, "Girlfriend, I know this is gonna be another 20 minutes! Want anything from the street vendor?"
"Yes puh-lease!"
Angel was on his way. He bought two apples from the street vendor and turned to go back- when he noticed a rack of toy machines. One of them was full of crystal pets, and the other of the classic gumballs, but it was the final one that really caught Angel's eye. A machine full of pink, plastic star-shaped jewel rings! 'That would go perfect with my new skirt!' He thought excitedly, dropping a quarter to the machine without a 2nd thought. "Watch it faggot!" a some city trash shouted as he obviously purposely tripped over angel's crouching body in front of the machine. "Save your breath for a cigarette baby!" Angel called after him sweetly, used to the insults and too happy to get aggressive anyway. What a Ring! It was just a little big on his finger, but so cool! He even had on a happy face to get back to the garden full of stinky shrieking kids. He tossed Joanne her apple and sat down to wait- Hannah Montana was starting soon!