Stretched his arms out to the side and did a windmill.“Well, don’t take off,” someone behind him said, sounding amused.He turned to see Rose standing in the doorway to his shared makeshift dressing room. She wore a long black silk dress that plunged low in the front. “Hi, Rose.” She always checked in on the dancers before the show started. She’d seen him doing this a million times. “I won’t. Just getting ready.” He bent to touch his toes again.“Neo. I want you to be sexy. To dance with whatever happens out there.” Rose’s tone turned brusque.A lecture. He’d never done one unprofessional thing. He straightened up, and he could feel his spine bristle. “I’ve never not been sexy out there.” With the little outfit he’d been told to wear, he could probably walk out there with a phone book on his head and still get catcalls.“I know. Keep dancing, no matter what.” She turned to walk away and then turned back to face him. “And Neo?”What now? “Yeah?” She was apparently getting a little too high on her power trip if she thought she could lecture him.“Sometimes there are explanations for things.
