The Blond Boy.

Sydney's POV

I sat in the wings waiting for the lights to go down. There was a depressed mood about, as it was finally closing night. I was personally relieved; this show had put me through hell and back. I was tried of painting my face and being allergic to it, I was tired of spraying my blonde hair completely black, I was tired of un-matting my hair for two hours every night when all I wanted to do was sleep, I was tired of being a cat.

I heard Mr. Crow as he finally managed to waddle up to the stage. He did is standard pre-show speech and then waddled his way to the back where he would be keeping notes of everything we did wrong, I loved that part…

The lights finally went down and I crept my way underneath the stage. It was covered in sawdust down here, and it always made me have to sneeze. The overture stopped and I knew Marisha had popped her head up. This was the feeling that made it all worth it. My heart was pounding as I prepared myself.

"On the count of three," Phillip whispered to me.

"One, two, three."

We crawled out from under the ramp and got right into the faces of the people in the front row. Usually it was a parent; sometimes an old lady that I was terrified was going to have a heart attack. Tonight I was fortunate, there was a very attractive boy staring right back at me. It was a bit hard to keep my focus, considering he was staring directly into my eyes. I was never good at eye contact, and continuing to be a cat during this was extremely difficult. I was so entranced by his green eyes that I almost missed my cue. I quickly sprung backwards and started the combination. I decided at this moment that he would be my target of eye contact for the entire show.

When I sang my solo lines, I looked right at him. When I jumped or crawled off the ramp, I looked right at him. When I was being flung in the hair and hung upside down, I looked right at him.

I was so busy looking at him that I almost completely missed all the other attractive boys sitting next to him. One of them had his ears pierced, which was a big turn-off to me. Another one had curly hair and talked the entire way through, he frustrated me. The one with wavy hair had a birthmark on his neck. He was pretty cute, but he seemed bored. The final one was blonde and exciting. He laughed when it was funny, he clapped when it was good, he cried when it was sad. Not to mention he had striking blue eyes that I wanted to melt into. He was perfection.

During the second act I had completely forgotten about my original target and moved on to this boy. And to my surprise, he responded. When I would come up to him and purr, he would pet my head or pull my tail. This made it really difficult to focus, but I took it as a challenge.

When the show was finally over and everyone had taken their bow, I moved to center stage and motioned for everyone to sit down. The rest of the cast sat down and a spotlight was on me.

"Hi. I just shattered the illusion of me being a cat." There was laughter. "My name is Sydney Stewart and I am the company manager." I looked right at the blonde boy as I said this to make sure he was listening and knew my name. I suddenly became aware of my body and tried to cover as much of my stomach as I could with my arms. I tried to continue the best I could. "As you can see our set is just beautiful, our costumes are superb, and our music is flawless. However, this comes at a price. This is our final show of year; we completed all six shows! In order to try and cover some of our expenses, the cast is going to come around with little kitty bowls. All we're asking for is some loose change, because every little thing helps. Thank you and drive safe!"

There was applause again as the cast dispersed. Most of the cats went off towards the back or the sides, but I decided to stay right in front. I grabbed my bowl and pointed it in the direction of the five boys.

"Hey, do you guys want to donate?" I asked, trying to look as innocent as possible.