Stage set number 1. The crowd was quiet and not quite as rowdy as it should be later when the drinks start kicking in. Bailey use to tremble in fear every time her name was called to take stage. The thought of performing while everyone sat back in their chairs used to make her legs shake. Now it was just another night at work. She come to enjoy the simpleness of being up there. She felt free. Sure there were always some customers that seemed to only show up to poke fun but their opinions didn't bug her like they use to. She was free up there. Sometimes she would get so caught up in the music nothing else mattered. She felt fierce and untouchable. Yes, it's true, this was a gentlemens club but the dancers had all the power. When customers walked into the building they were on her turf and she damanded respect. That soft, quiet, timid girl had finally found her voice and she carried herself with pride. She could choose who she sat with, how she looked, and how hard she planned to work
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