This was it. LaBare. He’d finished the last of his finals for the semester a few hours ago. Exhaustion plagued him, but bursts of adrenaline surged within him the moment he stepped into the building. A stocky guy stood in the entryway. He looked Jason up and down with a smug smirk on his face. “You here for amateur night?” “Yeah.” The guy eyed the university shirt Jason had shrugged on that morning. “You a student?” “Yeah.” “You’re a talkative one.” The man folded his arms across his chest. “Why do you want to be a dancer?” He couldn’t help but grin in response. Was there any other reason besides the ladies? Nah, he had a couple others. Boosting his confidence was at the top of that list but he wasn’t about to tell the guy staring him down about that. “What can I say? I love the ladies.” “Guess we’ll figure out real quick if they love you back. I’m Mike, the manager.” The guy motioned toward a side door. “Head to the back. We’ll call you when it’s time.”
