Someone sabotaged his costume.

K-T had quickly retreated to a backroom to put his costume on. Lily the make up artist then added some fake chest hair on him to make him look more manly.

It was strange to walk with feet inclined in the fetishes shoes and tapping loudly on each step. His legs were totally covered in the fake fur thighs and once he managed to fit his package in the small thong he was glad to discover that it blend in perfectly with the rest making him look like a real satyr. Even the wig hiding the base of the small horns looked good.

K-T was anxious, his character was present nearly all the time, speaking to the public directly and acting as a narrator. His fears were to be unable to talk or to forget his text. He didn't plan on something else, something he should fear a lot more.

He found his water bottle, he had thought he had lost it when he arrived as he couldn't find it. First his bag and then that. In the end he had found both of the missing items. He had to drink a lot to be sure not to lose his voice and to remain hydrated. The warm spotlights would make him sweat a lot, It was in such moments that he was almost happy to wear so little, he could barely imagine standing here for hours in a heavy multilayered historical costume.

He didn't mind the odd taste of the water, it was a new brand of source water his mom bought and she had strange tastes.

In the shadow behind him he didn't notice someone standing and smiling while watching him down half of the bottle. This play would be something nobody ever seen before and K-T would pay for what he did.