Chapter Twenty-Five

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Okay, almost 9 o'clock. Getting ready for Man Candy, am I nervous, a little, but I know there's nothing to worry about, right. "Ready," I say, hugging Danny from behind "You look cute," he kissed me. I smiled, "Thank you, you too." Danny pulled up at the club, both of us hearing the song 'Pour It Up' by Rihanna. Looking at Danny, he seems a bit skeptical, "So, were you a bartender?" I laughed, "It's so cute that you think that."

Inside, the music is loud, the lights were bright, the boys are stripping, and the crowd is cheering. I told Danny to find a seat, and I'll be right back. Looking around, I found the owner and my old boss Ricky; I walked towards him, hugging him, "Ricky, how are you?"

"Ohad I mean Chase, not bad, when did you get back and what happened?"

I sighed, "It's a long story, and thank you for using my fake name."

"Of course, you were my employee and one of my best."

I blushed, "I was okay."

"Okay? The crowd wanted more. Want to do it again since you're here, it will be like old time."

I told Ricky yes, I didn't have to think it over. It was so much fun when I worked here. "Great, go backstage and get ready. What song do you want to play?" I looked at him with a coy smile, "I think you know."

"Gimme More?"

"Gimme More."

Backstage is how I remembered it, The rack of clothes, the star-shaped mirrors with lights around it to look your best, and to see my old co-workers "Holy shit Chase" I looked over to see Jay smiling. "Jay!" we hugged.

"Oh my God, Chase, I missed you."

"I missed you too."

"But seriously though, this place hasn't been the same without you, what happened?"

"Long story. But I saw Ricky, and he wants me to be on stage again."

I can tell Jay is excited about it, he took my hand to the changing rooms, giving me a leather vest and black pants with boots "I know what song you are going to do" he laughed "You know me so well" I grinned back. I took the time to go to the bathroom, wetting my hair from the sink "Ready," I whispered to myself. I got out, went back backstage, and wait for my cue.

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