A dance was an art form, whether in front of an audience full of gentlemen and ladies or in front of lascivious losers in a bar. She swirled around the pole as graceful and elegant as a respectable ballet dancer lost in the beauty of her own motions. Her eyes behind the mask that had been closed, opened as her set ended and locked directly with the steely, grey eyes of the man in the front row. Her heart skipped a beat. He knew who she was! But she still continued the show with full of elegance.
When the show ended at the backstage she was waiting for the management to give her payment, but she met a familiar face, she lowered her eyes and ran towards her makeup room. She closed the door and sat down on the floor heavily breathing. Suddenly she remembered her classes she used to take. The boy outside the window who used to stare her. She knew the man was the same boy. Her heart remembers the familiar scent. The cologne the man was wearing. She thought to have a little convo but she hesitated as if she was going to break her heart. Suddenly to her surprise their was a knock on the door, she panicked. Lily knew the man must have arrived. With a heavy heart and repititive breaths she opened the door, but it was her bestfriend Diana. By looking at Lily, Diana asked, "Hey you look worried, what happened?" She replied, "Ah, no, no, (she stumbled while speaking) why would I be worried." Diana with her brow raised, "Are you sure, something must be bothering you?" Lily couldn't resist, so she said, "Diana I met him, I mean I saw him." Lily totally confused asked again, "Whom?", Lily replied, "Tim Button. He was here today watching me perform. I really don't know why he came back after all these years. I don't want to be hurt again. Should I just...