Eleanor had planned to go to the club to dance, just as she had anticipated. She wanted to punish Alan, and just thinking about it sent shivers down her spine.
Word was already spreading that one of their favorite dancers was on her way to give them the best of shows.
She even had the songs picked out and her outfits planned. She was eager to dance after such a long time.
The night arrived, and she eagerly changed into her outfit, the crowd was already roaring, and her heart filled with joy as she heard their screams from the changing room.
She walked out a few minutes later, and the backup dancers were already standing in time with the choreography.
She walked in front of them using a catwalk. She noticed a familiar statue in the crowd on the ground.
Even though the light was dim, she could tell who the body belonged to. Her boyfriend, Alan. And the smile on her face widened and her stomach churned with excitement.
