Alana squirmed impatiently backstage. She had managed to peek from behind a curtain as the well-dressed ladies and gentlemen were seated and served cocktails by waiters in tuxedoes. It was all so perfect and the ten year-old was very proud to be wearing a very grown-up dress tonight. For weeks, she had been rehearsing her song and now she would have a full, live audience as well as the twenty or so video cameras placed on and around the stage to record her performance.
The house lights darkened and the emcee stepped to the microphone as the crowd's conversations muted.
"Ladies and Gentlemen," he began in a low voice. "It is my pleasure to introduce...Alana."
With a slight bow, he stepped away as the first notes floated from the orchestra. From above and behind the audience, a lone spot light struck the center of the stage, illuminating the small figure standing before the microphone.
Alana's honey-blonde tresses were brushed to one side, elegantly sweeping past one nearly bare shoulder before ending in a slight curl. Her white skin practically glowed, smooth and without blemish; where her gown and gloves did not cover it.
The dress was a silvery satin, caressing her slender figure in certain places without being obviously tight. Held by two thin straps than ran over her shoulders, the front was cut low in a V. A shallow indentation in the child's chest showed where one day she would have cleavage. As the material shifted under the lights, a sharp eye could spy two small points on the otherwise flat front where the girl's nipples had been rubbed erect by the fabric.
This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
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