It had hit her like a ton of bricks, because suddenly, she'd had enough of the `Private Show' scene if not, in fact, this goddamn dancing gig.It had hit her like a ton of bricks, because suddenly, she'd had enough of the `Private Show' scene if not, in fact, this goddamn dancing gig. But she could not, for the life of her, think of any good way out of her "deal" with John. She still didn't have her car and there was no other way she'd get it back in time because the bank had called this morning and told her she either paid by a week from today, in full, or they would auction off her Firebird the next day, Tuesday, a week from tomorrow. Linda, got up and walked to the door, unlocked it and stepped out and told John she was feeling kind'a sick and wanted to skip a set or two while she tried to take some aspirin and laid down on the couch in the dressing room. Did he mind? He smiled at her and made some reference about long hours and hangovers two nights in a row and said it was OK because they still had four dancers working. She spun around and went back in the dressing room, locking the door behind her. As she had been talking to John she'd looked across the stage and her blue eyed bearded `friend' was still there. In fact, he'd smiled at her, ever so slightly. She started to sit down in the dressing table chair but hesitat- ed, then bent down and reached into the bottom of her travel bag and retrieved the little Kleenex Wrapped Package she'd placed there so carefully early Saturday Morning before her "Grand Entrance" at the first "Private Party" for John. |