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Guy watched the young, lithe and limber dancers writhe to the sultry sound of Althea Bentley’s track. The track was a departure from her R&B days. Further, it was a departure from her roots in gospel as a teen. But Guy had been able to take all of those influences from the deep, moving notes of the spiritual realm, to the toe tapping rhythm of R&B, and lay it over a track that made the young and old dance in the clubs.
Guy’s job was easy when he had such talent to work with. He watched the dancers move effortlessly through a series of sexy moves interpreting the song about finding someone to love. The set was up. The track was ready. The rehearsal was nearly complete. All they needed was the star to enter into the background.
“Where do you want me, Guy?”
Guy turned to the sound of A
