The Spanish Flower Chapter 2

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Renata yawns as she tries to put her stage make-up on and get ready for her number. Last night she woke-up in a cold sweat screaming from the nightmare she had last night from the shooting at the warehouse. Those guys that had tailed her yesterday weren’t around today at all. She had just checked her apartment to make sure no one had broken in.

“Better get your face done darling, you’re on next.” Violet Monsoon looks over towards their little Spanish queen.

“Thanks Violet. I just had a hard time sleeping last night.” Renata takes a deep breath and relaxes.

“Any one I know or slept with sweetie?” a playful smile appears on Violets face.

Renata just giggles in responses “no, no one you know.”

Renata just shakes her head, because everyone thought she was gay. It wouldn’t matter really, they didn’t mind transgenders. Renata finishes her make-up and checks her costume in the full-length mirror, her hair and go out to perform. When Renata steps out on stage, she couldn’t
believe how pack the club was tonight and goes right into her number after being announce.

She could feel the energy in the air tonight as she sung her songs and dance to the rhythm of the song. Her whole body was alive as she performed. By the time, she got off stage she was sweating profusely. Renata was full of energy as she sat and drink the glass of cold ice water she wanted. Once she was cooled down, she goes out and mingle among the club patronages after changing into her club dress. She lets a few of her admires buy her drinks and she socialize with them. Later, Renata goes out with another group and visit another bar. She has a few more drinks there. By the time two o’clock rolls around, she was tried and loaded. Renata catches a cab home and when she arrives she pays her cab fare and heads upstairs to her apartment. She sleeps throughout the night, not feeling anything.

“Oh, my head.” Renata wakes-up with a huge hang over.

Renata moves slowly to the refrigerator and grabs a bottle of water and start drinking it. She grabs a bottle of Aleve and takes two to help with her hang-over. Renata nearly jumps out of her skin when she hears the thunder. Renata grabs a granola bar from the cabinets and walks over and sits down on the sofa. She turns to look out the window and just watches as the rain comes down. Renata wonders what her sister and little brother are up to today?

As she sits there and watches the rain come down. She wonders what is in store for herself. She knew she wanted the operation to get rid of her unwanted growth. She was already on estrogen, antiandrogens, and progestogens. The doctor she got the medicine from is monitoring how she is doing. Some of the money she found has paid for his services. Renata stays in her nightgown and gathers up her dirty clothes and take them to the apartment size washer and drier unit she brought last month.

Once Renata gets her laundry going, she grabs a blanket from the closet and curl up on the sofa, listening to some music from her smart phone. She had today off from the bar and the restaurant. Renata starts reading the book she keeps on the end table. It was a romance/spy novel she had picked up at the grocery store one day from the discount book bin.

Renata was so engross reading her novel, that she didn’t hear the timer for the wash cycle end. Renata puts her book down and switches her wet clothes out and put them in the drier. Afterwards she grabs a frozen pot pie and stick it in the microwave to cook. As Renata is standing there waiting for her pot pie to cook, her phone starts ringing. Renata walks over to her cell phone and picks it up.

“Hello” Renata wonders who it could be.

“Carmen, darling what are your plans for tomorrow?”

Renata recognizes the voice of her friend Lady Bird “Lady Bird it’s nice to hear from you. As far as I know, I might be off. I’m switching places with one of the waitresses at my full-time job and Bernie said that he already had all the time slots filled for tomorrow tonight at the pink ribbon.”

“Hey, there’s this new club opening tomorrow that would be cool to check out. Are you game?” Lady Bird hopes so. If she could get Renata and a few other girls to help her friend out tomorrow. It would be profitable for him.

“Sure, why not. What time do you want to meet?” Renata figures it could be fun.

“How about I come by and pick you up at one tomorrow?”

“Sounds good. I’ll be ready by then.” Renata figures it couldn’t hurt to make a little more money.

“Alrighteee!” Lady Bird disconnects.

Renata just shakes her head when she hears the line go dead. She puts her phone back down and take her lunch out of the microwave. It was still raining outside, so her plans on going to the movies today went out the window. She normally took the bus or her scooter to the movie theater or the grocery store. Since it was raining outside, she figures she’ll work on some of her costumes for the drag shows she does.

The rest of the day goes by quietly. Renata spends the time working on costumes, dance routines and practicing the music she is going to sing. Unlike most drag queens, Renata likes to sing her songs and put a Spanish twist to it. Renata looks at everything she just finish and notice it has gotten dark outside. She fixes herself some dinner and takes a shower and turns in for the night.

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D. Eden's picture

This goes.

Word of advice - get an editor. You have a lot of spelling and syntax errors which made the story enjoyable. The same is true of your other story, Sirens.

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D. Eden

Dum Vivimus, Vivamus

Also

I noticed you started a lot of sentences with Renata does x or y, when it is not really necessary.

Within the context of being alone you could use a pronoun like she. ie She goes to the refrigerator to grab a bottle of water... or even Grabbing a bottle of water from the refrigerator, she goes swallows some aleve... starting the sentence with the action you wish to convey.

I'm not a writing expert by any means or you might find stories here by me (which you don't, though I might have idea for one recently) just suggesting that the circumstance of her being alone means you can mix it up a bit for the sake of not sounding repetitive. This is meant constructively.