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Chapter 1

The Right Moves

A long audition line of half-naked men stood outside

Grinning, I parked right in front of lasses on my face

It’s good to be Christine

Before getting out ofhopefuls, htly fantasies

Like Miami’s population, they represented an eclectic blend of ethnicity—Haitian to Cuban, Caribbean Islander to Russian None of theht painted those oiled, sculpted chests Intricate patterns of ink decorated some of their arms

Many of theout of their headphones Soe hands over chiseled abs, and licked their lips right before they dove to the ground and made the sidewalk their freaky little sex toys

It’s a hard job, but somebody has to do it

On s like these I never needed coffee or to listen to s with feers who crooned out lyrics that einas

No

On these days, anticipation bubbled in led across hout with ic wand in the shower, ate a slice of cheesecake for breakfast, blew out my natural curls so they lay past my shoulders, put on my favorite black dress, which made me look like I had hips, and texted all of my close friends

Me: Audition Day, people!! I’ the club doors at 9:30 am sharp If your butts aren’t in the chairs by that tie these sexy men, then you can listen to our cheers from outside

To which all replied in many colorful ways

Cora: I wish you would lock me out of that club!

Maria: Wtf? Be there at 9:30? I’ve been sitting insince 8:00 am Lots of hot dancers are already here Hurry, before I steal a few!