Behind every puff of smoke,
behind every burst of sparks,
behind every show of hand,
lays a person, an artist, just wanting people's approval, people's affection, people's attention.
Someone who just wants people to know who they are, to be loved, so they leave behind a part of themselves with this world...
Someone who just wants someone to remember they exsist...
Trixie, may your soul find love as you dance to the music of your lonely desires...