Primary competition entry.
The picture in the catalogue had lied Chris thought sombrely as he rubbed more of the white foundation on his solemn face, "This isn't white enough." He mumbled studying his reflection in the mirror, his face was pale sure, but was it enough? Would it trick the audience and make them believe that he was an ugly idiot? Maybe, but it wouldn't hurt to put a little bit more... He applied more and more using almost half of his supply Chris didn't care he would just borrow some of the others' their's would definitely be better than the one he bought, far more white, more pristine, more pure but just for tonight he would wear this horrible cheap excuse for makeup. Why do you always have to wear that makeup? Many have asked, he couldn't really explain; he didn't do it to cover any physical problems he was envied for his looks in high school. Maybe he didn't want to see what he had become or he was just crazy, "Hopefully not crazy" he muttered too himself becoming more and more unaware of the amounts of white paste he was applying, but what if it was the former? What if he was truly ashamed of what he was and yes this job wasn't perfect but it is tolerable nowadays and he was the star of his performance! But he wasn't an actor, he wasn't famous and he wasn't happy... Why did you do this, you could have just did what everyone else did but no you had to stick out, you had to prove something and you didn't care about what you would have settle for when you failed. His thoughts stormed and swirled and he was overwhelmed, he was in a raging sea with no saviour... "Hey Chris! Are you done yet you need to hurry up!" A performer shouted peaking her head through the gap in the door, Chris froze his thoughts coming to a screeching halt, "You can't hurry perfection Doris!" He joked, Doris stared at the mirror, "Well you should fix that bit of 'perfection' before the show or you'll be more of a joke than you already are." She added as she left the dressing room. Chris looked at his reflection it was a white stodgy mess, sighing softly he washed away the disaster of a face painting and began to reapply the last of his supply with his movements more gentle and precise he was quickly done moving on to the last details: he applied lipstick, placed his wig on his bald head, waddled onto stage "Introducing Chris the Clown and his humorous harlequins!" Announced the ringmaster, and he put on his biggest fake smile.