Talent Scout

“So you’re a dancer.”

“Well, yes, but not any more. I got fat.” My eyes traced her figure along with her hands. “I lost it, but I’m still too fat.”

She was fishing for a compliment that I wasn’t prepared to give.

“You’re finished with dancing?”

“No, I’m still doing Jazz dance.”

“Are you studying somewhere? Taking classes?”

“No, I’m actually trying to get a job on television as a singer.”

“As a vocalist.” I gave her my card. She wrote down some details about me. My hometown. Some things in German I didn’t understand.

“Okay, so I’m going to call you later. I really want to talk to you again.”

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She stroked my hand and nested into me. I could feel my chest swell and relax. I felt right again, if only for a few minutes. I was disoriented. The light had crept into the room. The curtains weren’t wide enough to shut out all of the light, which I needed to sleep so late. Without complete darkness, I was aware of everything around me.

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