Helen: Revelation 1

"It's been a wonderful night! Stay beautiful San Diego!" Rosiel calls out to the crowd as he waves, other hand wrapped around my waist.
I boast my brightest smile and lean myself away from him artfully enough to look as though I'm simply giving one last dexterous display as the curtain drops before us.  Rosiel's nimble reflexes spin me back into his hip; he's smooth and quick as he repositions one hand to the base of my back and the other cupping my chin.
"Though no city we've been to yet can compare with your radiant beauty."
"You say the same thing after every show," I sigh, pushing myself away from him.
I don't have to push too hard, it is practically an after-show ritual from Rosiel.  He's not bad looking, his thin physique aid in the twists and contortions in the show but he has enough build in his upper body to easily lift me around the stage.  His personality isn't horrible either; he is witty and clever. I suppose the problem is in his approach. It is clear that he is attracted to me but he persists in such a direct manner that it borders on rude.  I lift the latch on the trap door and return the handsome smile shining from below me.
I extend my hand out to lift out Rosiel's twin brother, Alexiel. In looks, they are exactly the same down to how they trim their goatee.  Alexiel is different in his own ways though, his personality is more mild than that of Rosiel's.  I don't mind the affection demonstrated upon me by Alexiel, he is more subtle in his side glances paired with his bashful blushing.  His soft personality makes my heart feel light and airy that I turn my face away and blush in response to him as I retreat to the back dressing room.