Anya’s entire body trembled as she sat in her dressing room, the lights above the vanity casting a harsh glow on her pale face. Her breath came in ragged gasps, and her heart hammered against her ribcage, threatening to break free. She could still hear the roar of applause from the club, the echoes of admiration, but tonight they felt like needles piercing her skin.
The second she stepped off the stage, her stomach twisted into painful knots. She had rushed to the restroom, barely making it to the toilet before throwing up the little she had managed to eat earlier. Leaning against the cold porcelain, she tried to steady herself, wiping her mouth with the back of her trembling hand. What the hell was happening? She had danced countless times before, faced hundreds of eyes staring at her, b
