I shrugged. “I’ll be fine.”
I hoped.
* * *
I nervously ranmy hands down my thighs.
I was in the back dressing room with the other girls.
I had been here before. Kaia and I liked to hang out with the dancers when we had the time, and most of the girls I worked with were nice.
Piama came up to me as I was applying lipstick in the mirror.
“Are you okay?” she asked.
I nodded. I didn’t think I could talk, not when there was a huge lump in my throat.
Piama had been helping me with a simple routine that I would do tonight.
I wasn’t graceful, but I had enough skill to fake it through one easy performance.
And I wouldn’t be taking off all my clothes.
Just most of them.
By the end of the show, I would be in nothing but a tiny black thong.
I swallowed.
I had been going back and forth on this decision since I’d informed Corey that I would do it, but I couldn’t back out now.
“It’ll be all right,” Piama said. “Listen to the music. Focus on that and ignore everything and everyone in the room. I promise it will be over quickly.”
She placed a hand on my shoulder. I reached up and grabbed it in comfort.
She smiled a little at me. “Are you sure you want to do this, Bianca?”
I took a deep breath, so my voice wouldn’t quiver when I spoke. “Yes. I’m sure.”
“All right. Just remember. We’ll be at the side of the stage. If you forget a step, just look at me, and I’ll guide you through it.”
“Thank you. You have been amazing to me.”
Movements from the door caught my attention, and I turned to see Kaia standing there.
She shot me a small smile. Kaia thought we could have taken the girls and quit.
But this had been the best-paying gig we’d both had in a while, and I didn’t want to be the one to take the girls from a place of security and into the unknown just because I couldn’t bring myself to do one performance.
I didn’t know if Corey expected me to keep filling in after tonight, but on the bright side, I was serving tomorrow night.
“Is it pretty busy?”
Kaia grimaced and nodded.
“And Corey?”
“High off his ass.”