Hanes
Legacy Name: Hanes

Trumpets kick off the tune, and the rest of the players follow in a cheerful, loud, big band song.A spotlight turns its attention toward the sultry lounge singer. Her husky voice accompanies the music, and no one can take their eyes off the stage. Hooded eyes. Smokey lids. Deep red lips. A flush creeping up her neck as she sings. Small details that captivate and hold the audience.And no one else can breathe. The song ends with a low, rich note, and she leaves to prepare for the next act. And everyone watches her leave the room.Stories of the lounge are imprinted on the singer’s clothes. Hidden in a dress covered with pearls, among the shimmers in a glittery gold piece, beneath the sleek black feathers. Memories captured just as much as the scents of smoke, alcohol, and perfume.And beneath the shiny dresses all of her secrets are stored. Tonight, she bares them in a pair of red sheer stockings. Pushing her toes in, she pulls the thin fabric up to meet her lacy black panties. The stockings are then hooked into a pair of black leather garters that, with the slit on her dress, are sure to show. Secrets indeed.The drums begin to beat out the starting notes of the next tune: a seductive, effortless number. Time to go.Strutting her way onto the stage, she swings her hips slowly, rhythmically with the music.And everyone watches her enter the room.It’s a slow dance song, and with the size of the room, with everyone holding their breaths, she doesn’t need the microphone to be heard. Moving slowly around the room, weaving in between tables, she loses herself in the song. Her hands twist overhead as the she completes a musical run. Her feet glide across the floor as she holds on a particularly long note.Is there anyone in the room anymore? It doesn’t matter. It’s just her. Her and her secrets. Holding tightly against her body as her stockings show under her skirt, her garter peaks out as she twirls. On display for everyone, but no one knows what they mean. Captivated by her energy, the ease in which she has lost herself in the music, no one is searching for the answers to her secret questions. And no one else can breathe.The song closes out, and everyone lets out a collective exhale. Understanding hits them as they realize the fullness of the musical gift they have been given and applause erupts. Smirking, she twists her hips away. More secrets for her to keep and hold and reveal as she wishes. A smart click-clack sound gets buried in the applause as she sashays back to her dressing room.“Honey, I’m home!”The wooden floors melt into carpets. The applause is suddenly gone. No one is watching her now, and no one should be.Diving into the room and shaking her head to rid herself of her fantasy world, she kicks off the stockings, garter, and panties she had so carefully put on before.Her mom was supposed to be playing her set at the lounge for at least another hour!Scrubbing makeup off her face, throwing back on her jumper, and leaving the evidence tucked safely away, she walks downstairs, away from her lounge and applause.“Hey, dear, how about shrimp for supper?”“Sounds good!”Having passed the initial greeting, she exhales. Her secrets are safely hidden upstairs in her mother’s dresser drawers for another night, another act.