The bright lights flashed uncomfortably in her green eyes, making them sting. She lowered her eyes to the audience, and was not surprised that, as usual, they were all men. Desperately she waited for the music to start and JoJo eyed her when she started to fidget. For the first night ever since she had lived at Irving Hall, she had finally gotten to be the leading lady – the girl who was the lead of the song.
Something came over her that she had never felt before; she was never nervous in front of crowds, and suddenly her stomach heaved into her throat, and she couldn't breathe. She stood there, paralyzed, until the swanky music began. She wouldn't allow herself to sweat; it was her job to look this good.
Pinup danced, Pinup sang. But when she felt a quick tug on her skirt, her eyes screamed with disaster and her dignity dropped to the ground.