JUDE
Everything is so hot.
I hate the way my jeans are sticking to my legs, how I can feel sweat trickling down my spine, making the clothes snug on my clammy skin in such an uncomfortable way.
We shouldn't be dancing in such clothes. But the audience seems to be loving it, especially when the part of the choreography turns a little sultry.
I especially love how they scream when it's my part to show a little bit of skin in the choreography and how I feel, as I forget the uncomfortable heat I am feeling and instead bathe in their love.
When it's all done, I am panting, and I blow them a kiss before we walk behind the small stage.
"Oh, jeez, it's so hot I am going to die!" I complain, as I unbutton the shirt I am wearing, not minding the state of undress or even the eyes that start looking at my naked chest when I fully remove the cloth.
