"Oh my god! You were great out there!" Amira loudly praised Caleb. He gave a sheepish smile and I could see tiny beads of sweat rolling down his face from the heat of the performance.

"I don't know if I would do this ever again honestly," he laughed.

"Girl, you had fun out there and that's all that matters!" Amira's arms were in the air as if to show a visual representation of how great Caleb was. "Plus, you ain't Caleb Matthews out there, you're Miss Ing Linque's daughter! Miss Inga Peace! And girl, you make jaws drop."

"I don't know about that. I swear I heard someone in the back clocking her foundation for looking so ashy that she must've came back from cleaning the venue." My comment made the backroom area roar in shrieks and laughter.

"Anyways, I'm on in five. I've got to prepare or else I'll pass out from excitement." Amira said before waving us goodbye.

The bustling of the backstage area was full of anxiety and excitement of the performers. The night was still young and there were still a lot of performers that had to entertain the crowd.

I leaned into Caleb and whispered into his ear. "It's pretty loud in here, can we go outside for a bit?"

He nodded and we both left out the back door. The cool night air hit my hot skin and I took a deep breath. Caleb let out a loud yawn as he stretched his arms.

"Ugh! I felt like I was suffocating in there!" Caleb exclaimed. He looked different when dressed as a woman, but I couldn't say I hated it.

"It's expected since there's so many people crammed into such a small area."

"What did you think of my performance?" He asked. His red lips made his smile looked more cheery than usual.

"I liked it," I said. "To top it off, you look 'super fish' as most of the girls would say."

Caleb laughed. He was laughing so much tonight. I didn't want his laughter to end.

"Why, thank you," he said.

"Too bad I'm gay." A small smile appeared on my face. Caleb put a hand on his hip and his mouth was open in shock.

"I bet Miss Inga Peace can make you straight."

"Oh? I don't think you'll be able to prove such a claim," I teased. He stood in front of me and slowly leaned in closer. I could see even the smallest detail of his makeup from this position.

He lowered his voice. "How about you give Inga a kiss and we'll see how you'll feel after that."

Instantly, I kissed him, and he kissed me back. I could feel his smile as we kissed which only caused me to smile more. We broke apart and he put a hand on my face.

"So?" He raised an eyebrow.

"Nah, I'm still gay."

"Shut up you idiot."

"Make me."

We kissed again.

I really missed kissing him like that.

Slowly, I collected the feathers from the ground from Kyle's game. I looked underneath the couch to see if I had missed any, only to find a handful of puzzle pieces. I sighed before pocketing them to eventually shove them into the nightstand as per usual. I don't want to see them. It was painful enough. I didn't want to go through any more torture. Especially when I was remembering stupid small things like his alter ego's name.

Miss Inga Peace. Missing a piece.

Who the hell chose such an ironic name in the first place?

It didn't matter if the question was answered at this point. It was in the past now.