“Dance first. Think later, it’s the natural order.”
Samuel Beckett.
Anastasia’s POV
As I walk into the locker room, I'm immediately welcome by the chatter of the other girls. Megan the ever lively is the others stories of her time at the club. I make my way to my locker, exchanging hellos with the other girls as I go.
We all know each other's names, but we don't always have time to chat. Tonight, though, seems to be a slow night, and they seem to be in a talkative mood. I listen intently as Megan shares her story of how she ended up working at the club.
“I needed the money,” Megan says. “I was in college, and I had to drop out because I couldn't afford it. But I still needed to support myself, so I started working here.” She says.
One of the other girls, a petite blonde named Susan,
