"You're up next, Callie." Right. Main stage, here she came.<br/><br/>Spotlights centered on her right when she stepped on stage, and her chosen music started right on time as she faced a room full of horny, drunk bikers and workers, cheering at fresh meat. Even those sitting right on dance platforms looked over and Callie could see Sam watching the club from his office a floor up, looking through a window down at the main floor. Showtime.