Originally Posted by
Carmen Elixer
Yes and $5 is a lot on nights when you don't make jack. I wish we had a makeup artist. Or help with hair, something.
Another thing that happened. On the night when I first went in to audition, it was late on a Sunday night. I went into the lobby, they called the manager up, he brought out an app, I filled it out, they copied my driver's license, he asked if I had something to wear, I told him yes, he told me to go back to the DR, get dressed, and get ready to audition. Floor guy comes back a few mins later and says it's time for me to audition, points me toward a tiny side stage near the back.
Guess who comes walking out behind me, onto to the floor? to...watch me...audition? Yeah. Poncho comes dragging out and just stands directly in the middle of the floor. In this big empty space in the center of the club. Just standing there watching me dance on that side stage. Why? I still have No clue. Like ~ why would the housemom need to watch a new girl audition? Does she do the hiring? No. So ~ okay. Has anyone had this happen before? If so, can you please explain why the house mom needs to watch me audition? b/c I've never seen that happen before.
So the tiny stage I'm auditioning on is cramped up super close to this back table full of young guys who have obviously been back there drinking for a while. Halfway through my song, they start pointing at one of the guys, telling me that he wants to take me back for my first dance as soon as I come off the little stage. So ~ of course, me wanting to make some money right away, I climb down at the end of the song, go up to the guy, he takes my arm, & we start walking me back to VIP. We start walking, and I see the housemom start waving her arms over her head back & forth, and shaking her head "NOOOOO". Like somethings wrong. Then, one of the girls who was standing next to her rushes up to me - basically having a heart attack - and says "NO! You can't do that! You need to go BACK TO THE DRESSING ROOM! You still have to go over the RULES!"
So I'm like okay. Uh. I guess I won't be selling a dance after all. Alright. I turn to the guy, he looks scared to death I go "uh, um, hey, I'm sorry. Im real sorry, I guess I'm not allowed to do the dance. Sorry. I'll try to find you later. If you're still here. Uh. sorry." .
HIM: yeah okay. wow, I'm sorry
ME: oh no, sweetie, your good. I'm sorry.
HIM: ok...just...find me later. sorry.
ME: okay. bye. sorry.
And it was like this huge ordeal that erupted. Literally everybody in the club had turned around to watch as that girl ran up to me & screamed, I told the boy goodbye, he walked back to his seat, I did the walk of shame back the other way, back into the DR. It was so dumb. I still haven't figured out why it had to go down like that. But we marched our asses back into the DR, where she told me a bunch of worthless info that I just coulda learned as I went, gave me an unnecessary tour of the club, held me for a good 25 minutes. smdh