The dancing prowess of Jun and Odile paved the way to fame for musician Vincent Friday. Seven years on, as his album sales stagnate, Vince summons the stars of his best-known music video to stage a one-night-only reunion show in Vegas. That night, h...
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"Here they are, the stars of the show!"
The din of the club died behind Jun and Odile as the door to the soundproofed lounge fell shut. Atmospheric lighting dyed everything red and dimmed Odile's discomfiture as she lingered at an awkward distance. Post-handshake, Jun gave in to a bro hug with Vincent Friday.
"Drinks!" Vincent exclaimed. "You do drink, right? You're like... legal here?"
He held out champagne flutes for the pair.
"I'm legal everywhere," Jun commented.
The singer grabbed a glass of his own. "To the best performers of vertical sex I have ever seen!" he toasted.
Odile, the driver, joined in half-heartedly. Vincent noticed and bumped her hip with his own.
"Come on, girl." He draped an arm over her bare shoulders. "Loosen up and live a little. You've earned it."
"It's all thanks to you, Mr Friday."
The singer rolled his eyes. "Mr Friday makes me sound ancient. We're all practically the same age, you know? Call me Vince."
Jun winked. "You got it, Vince."
"So, now that you're here..." He walked the dancers to a crimson-hued sofa. "You know I'm going on my first tour this summer, right?"
"Congratulations," Odile put in.
Vince smirked. Crossing his legs, he reclined in the sinking leather with his arms stretched along the top of the couch. Jun and Odile sat on either side of him.
"I want the two of you," he said, eyeing them in turn, "to join the show. From June through to August, Europe and North America. Should give you plenty of time to get ready."
The dancers glanced at each other. Jun's face exuded pure joy, while Odile strained to smile.
"It's big, I know," Vincent resumed. "So, think it over and get back to me by the end of the weekend, okay? I'm leaving London on Sunday."
Odile fidgeted with the stem of her now-empty glass. "What would we do on this tour?"
"What you've trained to do. Dance your asses off. In front of a live audience."
"The Phenomenal choreography?" Jun guessed.
"With a few... aerial embellishments, if you can manage it."
A knock sounded at the door before a brunette poked her head in. "Wheels up in five, Vince."
"Thanks, Missy." The singer stood up and clapped his hands together. "It's showtime, baby. I know we haven't rehearsed anything, but you're welcome to jump in with your dance if you like. Let's go."
Jun helped Odile up and kept a protective arm around her as they descended into the madness of the flashing lights below. Her tight minidress suddenly felt too small and her ankle-strap pumps, too tall.
