She's a Burlesque Dancer.

Part 2

The crowd applauded at the woman's appearence. Payton and Alexis looked at me, smirking. I felt my face go red, and my heart started to beat.
"You were checking her out," Payton elbowed my shoulder.
"No, really, I wasn't, she's just really spontaneous, and she's pretty." I defended.
But deep down, I couldn't keep my eyes off of her. I felt as though my eyes met with her's, and my palms started to sweat. I began to shake.
I chugged a glasses of water, which relieved my anxiety. I didn't understand what was going on. I've never felt that way, towards a woman, that is.
She danced passionately, the rhythm almost following her perfect steps, and her hips swaying at the faster pace of the bass strings.
"I wonder what her name is," I said, trying to sound curious.
I seen Payton smile at Alexis out of the corner of my eye. I knew what they were thinking. But what could I object with? I felt something deep down.
As the show ended, the woman got her last applause as she added her bow, and quietly walked off stage. I could hear her heels clacking on the wooden stairs as she walked. Getting quieter and quieter as they continued. "I want to do that," I blurted. Inside, I screamed at myself.
"Dance?" Alexis raised an eyebrow.
"Yes, dance. Yes. I can. I will," I rushed out faster than I could speak.