The glitter that sparkled off of her eyelid had illuminated the hazel pool eyes that she was familiar of. The only thing that felt familiar to her now was her face, as it should be. The soft cream feel of her pale skin and her deep rosy pink cheeks, this was something that she knew would entrance her audience that slaved over her outside of her dressing room. Adjusting herself so that her elbows held her weight on the dressing room table, she looked into the vanity one last time before revealing herself beneath closed doors. A snug Audrey Hepburn-like wig hid the blond that crept out in small corners beneath her ears and the face she saw was something that she didn't recognize anymore, only her eyes. Looking away from them, she only focused on the loose peach colored nightgown she had sewn that covered her slender body. This was suppose to be her new identity, the seductress, someone enchanting. Little J never saw the fairytale enchantment in this story though, what she was doing held no happy ending. Shedding her dignity, loosing some clothes- it was all in the business of pleasure and ever since Nate ruined love for her and her life was no longer reliable, this audience was the only thing she could rely on, for the attention, for the artificial love and for the money. At least she couldn't say she was alone anymore.

"Kittie!" a girl from wardrobe came running towards Jenny, lollipop in mouth. "I scored tonight." With a wink, she handed the little blond her garner belt. "Tonight we've got a new crowd in here, some upper east siders decided to come out here for a birthday party. They tip extremely well." Just smiling, Jenny took the belt from her friend, Rosalie and hooked it onto her tights. Rosalie was from Brooklyn, just like her, but on stage she went by the name Cherry, hence the lollipop that always hung from her mouth. Rosalie had come out here to help make some money to help her mother pay rent after she blew most of it on her boyfriend's bail. But, she didn't mind the job, infact there had been many instances where she would consider quitting because she liked her job too much. She always got into different personalities, pleasing each of her customers with that they desired. She was loosing her own identity throughout all of this. She was addicted and couldn't quit.

Upper east side? She had tried to push any thought of her life back there from her head and this one hit her hard. It had been a year since she had been back home. Her father had kicked her out of the house after she had disobeyed him time and time again and instead of going back home Jenny had decided to take the year off of school and stay at her Aunt's house in south Brooklyn. Of course her Aunt and her dad had their weekly phone calls, apparently Jenny was being homeschooled but her Aunt was really good at lying. It was almost like living with your best friend.

Wiping the worry from her face, she took a sip of rum from the flask on her vanity and put on her high heels. A loud applause and a series of whistles and hollars left the audience as the last performer, Destiny, left the stage. In deep breaths, she peaked through the red curtain out to the audience. She could see the people in the back entering, but the people up front by the flashing lights where just shadows, the lights hiding their faces. She could see some boys in the back with Hermes attire on, this must be the upperside clan, she rolled her eyes.

"Introducing Kittie" the manager hollered in the microphone as Britney Spears' Freakshow blasted through the speakers.

10 p.m. til 4
and I came to hit the floor
Thought you knew before
But if you don't
then now you know

Pulling the curtain to the side, she hit the stage, her hips moving to the beat of the song and her back turned to the audience, swaying her body back and forth. Pulling down the straps of her nightdown, she layed her head on her shoulder, letting her eyes drop to some of the usuals that she knew would tip. Turning her body to the audience, she walked over to the left side of the stage, bending down to the tip of her stilettos, pulling a tear into her fishnet leggings on the way back.

Well tonight I'm bout to mash
Make them other chicks so mad
I'm bout to shake my ass
Snatch that booty to fast

The other side of the stage started to cheer as the door opened, apparently the birthday boy was arriving. Moving over to see, she saw no other than Nathaniel Archibald. Her jaw dropped.

It's all about me and you
Doin' how we do
Tear the floor up up up
Tell them to make room

She wanted to turn away and run off the stage and another part of her wanted him to see her after all this time, to see what he did to her. He would've never guessed how much he affected her, but she wanted him to see. She wanted him to feel how lonely she was. She wanted him to want her again. A spot light circled Jenny and Nathan. The birthday lap dance was expected, she hoped that the wig would cover her face up enough. Walking down the steps of the stage, she headed towards the table of Upper East Siders, spotlight still on them. Keeping her head over her shoulder to the boy next to Nate, she layed her warm fingers on his shoulder, trailing down his shirt. Turning her back to him, running her fingers through his hair, letting her legs wrap around his left leg. His friends threw money on the table for more and with all the world's eyes on her, she turned back to Nate.

If it hadn't been for his familiar eyes caressing every part of her body, she might have realized that his eyes were staring at her now. "Jenny?" he looked so confused, lost and every sound that left him made her tremble. Embarassed, she pouted and ran backstage. The audience stayed alive though, entertainment still on stage – Jenny was never the star here, just the side show.