Crowley is all decked out in red plaid, black leather and fishnet thigh highs. No one has to know quite yet that there's nothing else on under the dress, because he knows that he looks smoking as he walks onto stage in his heels.

He's been practicing his walk all week and it's hardly perfect, but it's not as wobbly as it might have been.

It's probably clear to anyone who cares to ponder that no one cruelly signed him up. He's here because he wants to be, thank you.