Husband and Wife Enjoy Bull’s Shame Behind the Scenes

I hate this part. Lights aren’t even on yet and I’m already pacing like a lost fool, trying to look like the “bull” they expect—but I just feel exposed. Weak. She watches me from the sofa, pretending she’s just curious, but I know she sees every nervous twitch, every time I adjust myself, every crack in the act I’m trying to hold together. Her husband keeps glancing too, that little doubt in his eyes… like he’s wondering if I’m all hype. My stomach twists. Shame crawls up my spine. I roll my shoulders, shake out my hands, trying to force confidence back into my body. I shouldn’t be struggling. Not with both of them staring. But for a moment—too long, too real—I feel small. Filthy-small. And I hate that they can see it.