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Kitten
It was Brendon who came up with the idea for Ryan’s stage name.
“What’s wrong, Kitten?” he asked, wrapping his arms around Ryan’s willowy frame as they sat together on the little couch in the little apartment that the two boys rented.
“They don’t want to use my real name,” Ryan said with a sniffle. “’We can’t use your real name because who wants to see a drag queen? No, that won’t do at all. You need a stage name,’” the boy mimicked, blinking furiously to hold back tears. “A girl’s name,” he added viciously.
Brendon pulled Ryan closer to him and pressed his lips to the other boy’s temple. “It’s okay, Kitten,” he murmured. “You’ll still be famous. You’ll still be a star.”
“What’s wrong, Kitten?” he asked, wrapping his arms around Ryan’s willowy frame as they sat together on the little couch in the little apartment that the two boys rented.
“They don’t want to use my real name,” Ryan said with a sniffle. “’We can’t use your real name because who wants to see a drag queen? No, that won’t do at all. You need a stage name,’” the boy mimicked, blinking furiously to hold back tears. “A girl’s name,” he added viciously.
Brendon pulled Ryan closer to him and pressed his lips to the other boy’s temple. “It’s okay, Kitten,” he murmured. “You’ll still be famous. You’ll still be a star.”