That night’s performance was awesome. Tim hadn’t mentioned that he was the star of the show, Mr. Bojangles himself. Jesus, the way he moved was mesmerizing and sexy as f**k. He had the audience practically drooling as he danced around the stage. Hell, I knew there was a wet spot in my underwear. Thankfully, I wore a long enough shirt to cover my crotch.
The cast of the show took numerous bows to thunderous applause. I clapped the loudest, as far as I was concerned. Tim caught my eye and grinned at me before leaving the stage.
I wandered into the foyer to hang out for a bit in hopes of catching him before he left. After about fifteen minutes, some of the cast members passed by me, dressed in street clothes and talking a mile a minute, still on a high from their success. Last, but not leas
