“You know which girl you want, tonight?” Randy, the stage manager asked, and I nodded.
“Table four, third chair. The brunette in the flashy sequined tank top.”
Randy peeked through the curtain. “I see her. We’ll get her for you.”
I took my place at the back of the rear curtain as I waited for the act before mine to finish. As soon as the guys cleared the stage, Max came on to pump the crowd again, and the prop guy pushed a large square ottoman out on the stage.
Centering myself, I waited for his words. “I give you . . . Six!”
Screams burst through the air as the lights went out and I hurried to my spot on the stage, standing with my back to the audience. Smoke filled the space around me and a single spotlight hit me as the soft beginning refrains of “Whispers in the Dark” filled the air before bursting into its heavy rocking beat.
Spinning, I gyrated my hips, raising my hands in the air over my head, continuing to swivel. I worked my way to the edge of the stage and pointed to Brooklyn. The spot light swung to hit her and I crooked my finger, beckoning her to me. Randy was instantly at her side and the house went wild as she was helped up onto the stage.
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