Friday night wears on. Five days since Billy died and I’m eyeing every dancer in the changing room through a lens of suspicion. Guillermo has put on Give Her Some Money as though to reinforce my mindset.
Give Her Some MoneyMy attitude doesn’t last long. Distraction comes when, predictable as sunrise, the black curtain parts and in storms a dancer, her almost bare ass jiggling as she storms into the changing room.
“Oh my god! That guy is such an asshole.”
Oh my god!She’s ignored by Kendall and Sarah who are readying to head out to the floor, and by the gaggle of dancers crowded around a locker, and by those on the large couch positioned in a nook at the near end of the room, their legs akimbo, a knot of lithe, naked limbs.
Someone lets out a long, croaking belch.
The upset dancer goes
