Music flowed through the room. In her mind, she pirouetted and sashayed across the stage, her tutu flouncing. The audience applauded in appreciation.
Then she opened her eyes, grabbed the pole and twirled. Her wispy black hair danced over her bare torso.
The audience showered her feet with dollar bills.
AJ Joseph is a bookaholic, semi-insomniac, unsuccessful recovering javaholic, but most importantly a writer. She is currently in the process of reinventing her life around her first love: words.