The faint aroma of stale cigarettes and feminine body lotion drifted up my nose as I as I walked through the dimly lit hall. It was Friday night and I was at the Northern Club in Fargo. I nervously peered through the red velvet curtain and stole a peek at the growing crowd around the stage; they were there to see me. I was the Featured Dancer this weekend. Meaning the club brought me out here as a draw. That nervous feeling intensified but at the same time it kinda felt exciting.

I took one last look at myself in the dusty mirror to make sure that everything is in place. Then, I took a deep breath, paused and stepped out onstage. The sharp guitar chords of Alice Cooper’s “School’s Out” echoed though the hall as I strutted across the stage in a teensy-weensy plaid skirt while blowing huge pink bubbles with my gum. I played it up as much as I could, I had to be larger than life, that’s what they paid to see, that’s what they want.

Here goes twenty minutes of being the absolute center of attention. As I paraded around in my schoolgirl set, I silently thought to myself: “Please don’t fall on your ass!” But I got over my anxiety quickly. Dancing onstage is so exhilarating. It is such a sexy, yet graceful feeling to have vibrant lights shine upon your body and to move seductively to the music. And it’s so much fun! It’s an empowering feeling walking off the stage knowing you left them wanting more.

I walked thru the curtains to the back. But now, I was naked. It almost like I put on all these elements to become “Gianna Lynn” and go out there, peel them off, then in the end I’m left with nothing on…I’m just myself, while everything that was “Gianna Lynn” is left on stage. …Argh, this is too deep, I think I want fudgesicle.

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