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Prompt was for E/H/P, The Rockstar Job

"Nobody will believe that I am a musician!" Eliot growled as Parker and Hardison put the final touches on the lines of glitter on his makeup.

"No worries, dude, you totally have the facial structure to be a glam rocker," Alec insisted as Eliot fidgeted in his ruffled purple jumpsuit.

"And who would wear this tacky jewelry?" Eliot complained as he touched the heavy chains of gold and assorted colorful stones.

"Terese de Medici," Parker answered.

Alec gaped. "You used real jewelry for Eliot's stage outfit? Real as in a real important part of world history?"

Parker shrugged. "It was all I had lying around."

"You know what, this whole idea is stupid!" Eliot objected again, "Why can't I be one of the roadies or something?"

"You're the only one who looks like enough like the target to fool anyone. Besides, you look HOT," Alec said.

"Yeah, right."

"No, you totally do" Parker said. "In fact, when you're done, Alec and I might just sneak into your hotel room for a game of 'Glamrock Groupies.'"

Eliot pondered this. "Really? The kind of groupies who do whatever the rock star wants?"

"Definitely," Hardison said, as he pushed Eliot toward the stage with a slap on the ass, "No go strut your stuff, rock star."

Eliot sighed as he walked onstage to screaming fans. The things he did for the team....