Satzu - Backup dancer [COMPLETED]

twenty-third chapter

Tzuyu POV:

I only realize that I've been biting my lower lip as the taste of blood spreads all over my mouth. Distressed, I pull out the shiny, pink, lip gloss again, observing how it perfectly blends in with the dark drips of blood during the mirror. 

Back then as a child, I always used to bite my lip when I was nervous but I actually thought I had given up on it. Well, obviously not. 

I look at my reflection again, silently judging how heavy makeup and a cropped outfit could change the pure girl from a few minutes ago into the woman who happens to be me right now. 

If this wasn't a serious situation, I would laugh a bit. This transformation is fascinating even though I definitely don't want to lose the Tzuyu who I know and who I am used to. This Tzuyu who faces me in the mirror right now is confident, almost arrogant and seems to kill anyone with a simple wink. 

Anyways, I am nervous. I am just going to try out how it might feel like and if I realize that I don't want to make money with this job, Irene will let me go. My reflection seems to ridicule me. Who has actually said that it's going to be that easy? 

I shake my head, trying to concentrate on myself, mentally restoring the dance steps that Irene showed me. I do that to calm my self down but I am sure at the same time that I am going to improvise my show anyways. That's what I am used to and that's what I am good at. At least one thing that's familiar. 

One last, critical glance towards my reflection. Alright. I am ready to go. 

At the same time, I hear someone knocking against the door which leads into the dressing room. After a few seconds, a girl, probably one or two years older than me drops by. I shake my head mentally. Have I seriously expected Irene to bring me to the stage? This woman has a whole strip club to manage. Of course, she has no time for that. Stupid me. 

The one who leads me to the waiting area in front of the big performance stage is nice though. She's nearly as tall as me and wears the same weird, uncomfortable outfit but her shoulders are covered with ink coloured flowers that creep their way as tattoos above her scapulae. It looks nice and she is as such really pretty. 

But the best is that this girl is talking all the time while we make our way through the hallways of the impressive building so I have enough time to observe the place critically and to look for hidden windows to escape. Of course I am not seriously thinking about eloping. I mean, it was my choice to be here but a plan B is never wrong to have, right? 

Abruptly, the tattooed girl stops in front of a dark, wooden door and smiles, encouraging me. With a gentle push against my shoulder which makes me stumble slightly closer towards the entry, she leaves. Great. I breath out, sarcastically. 

The thumbing beats reach my ear through the door and I get kind of excited. Maybe it's also the adrenaline that starts rushing through my veins. My fingers start tabbing nervously against the door, simply trying to get rid of this buck fever that hits me hard, seconds before my performance is going to start. 

Suddenly, the wooden door gets opened and I am looking straight towards the stage. I can sense all the people who are staring at me right away but I simply ignore them. The air which is approaching me is nearly prickling out of excitement and tension. 

And that is when I make my first steps onto the stage. Confident and in the rhythm with the low, thumbing music. Just like my heartbeat getting shrouded by mysterious looking, blue fog.

Sana POV

I shake my head as I observe myself in detail in the reflective window glass of a little bakery at the corner of the street. I can't believe, I am going to visit a strip club, in addition wearing this. In the club, where Tzuyu is going to perform, there are dress regulations which means I am only going to be able to see her, wearing a suit.