Diane’s P.O.V.

I stood up, adjusted the black mask on my face, as well as my clothes before leaving the dressing room. Wearing a sleeveless and red fitted dress with the hem just about four inches above my knees, it hugged my perfect curves. I went outside the dressing room and strode towards the stage where I always performed.

Never did I experience my long legs to feel wobble with my high heels, but tonight was different. I took a deep breath first to calm myself. I did not usually sing here, but I must admit that my voice was also pretty good.

Or am I the only one who...