Someone’s looking

>>Portia (Parisa)

Since the place is reserved for people having meetings today. The basement was empty. I was performing for the people who sat behind the screens on the second floor in the rooms and a few of the people sitting in the bar. I was up first and the other girls were to follow up after me. I was first for the sole reason that my performance was going to be short since I was new and then I’d go back while the girls will keep performing.

Seeing the empty space made me feel less nervous but it was a different feeling knowing that people were staring at me from behind the screen. It was sort of thrilling, the unseen that can see you but mostly it was nervewracking.

I step out onto the stage as the music began to blast, my heart racing with excitement and nerves. I've been practicing for days, pouring every ounce of energy into perfecting my moves the best I could. And as I approach the pole, I can feel someone watching me. I don't know who it is, but I can see their eyes on me