Dotty and EzraChapter 1The First Meeting She looked down at the vanity in front of her. It was just another night at work. Guys drooling over the fact that she was such a rebel in her stick-straight dress, intense makeup and hanging out in the speakeasy. She took one more shot before heading out on the stage to perform her next set. Her cheeks became flustered; the alcohol working its poison on her body. She fixed the headband and the feather and strolled out. She always maintained her calm and collected composure, even if she was completely tense on the inside, though the years of working in this place turned her a bit cold and void of most emotions. She performed with a flirtatious air about her, but backstage, she could care less about life. The men in the audience were no different from any other night; roaring drunk, loosened ties, hollering and cat-calling. They were all respectable men, at least by day.