“I was a trained dancer. Ballet since I was five. I loved it so much.” Silence fills the room while I wait for him to ask what happened or what that has to do with the strip club, but he doesn’t. He waits for me to continue. “I had an opportunity to join a dance company during college, and I passed it up.” His stirring hand freezes as he stares at me. “Why?” “Have you ever loved something so much you were afraid of failing at it?”
