well, here's the first installment of my New Dancer experience...long winded in typical me fashion. i guess there's really no NEED for me to be this detailed...but perhaps it will be helpful to fellow tenderfooted new girls. maybe?
so! after a couple months of heavy research, a couple of trips to various San Francisco clubs, and many, many hours lurking around stripper web, (oh yeah, and chickening out LAST wednesday), i went today to audition at the Gold Club in the city.
i went in about a month ago when i was in the daytime to check out the place, and see if they were hiring and they immediately hustled me back into the dressing room, as if i were to audition right then. i had to refuse (a bit embarassed), i certainly wasn't even dressed for it, but they let me ask a few questions, and then i stuck around to watch for a bit. the housemom and doorman were super friendly, and one of the dancers sat down and talked to me for a few minutes before her stage set. she was super sweet, helpful and encouraging, and i really had a good feeling about this place.
so, today, i get up at 8-fecking-am to shave, prepare, frolick around in my shoes for a while and wait for my friend to get out of class, who had generously volunteered to take me to the club, hang around all day, and take me home. after eating, primping, plucking, and amping myself we drive an hour to SF to learn from the same friendly bouncer (who recognized me from my last visit actually) that i'd need to come back at 8, as now the night manager wanted to meet all new hires. he assured me that "they hire pretty girls like me every day of the week." we drive back home since my friend had an obligation this evening, and i drive myself back alone, a bit tired from being up and anxious all day, but determined.
so, after tons of time invested research, a lot of money spent on shoes, costumes, etc, mental preparation and a hell of a lot of gas and bridge toll expenses -- they don't even let me in the fucking front door. the doorman radios the manager, who comes outside, checks my id, asks if i've danced before and then says "yeah, we don't hire girls who have no experience, you need to get up there and know what you're doing". i was horrified! i said "ah, have things changed? i've been here twice before and was told otherwise, you don't want to see what i've even got?". he says to try the sister (Deja Vu) clubs on broadway, pretty much dismissing me.
now i was prepared to be turned down if there were too many girls, being that its summer and all, but not so rudely, and on the sidewalk, in front of passers-by. i was angry and embarassed, and really disappointed after all the work and hope i had put into this job. i sniffled angrily back to my car, called my friend to vent, and then drove to north beach and composed myself in the 30 minutes it took me to find a damn parking space. i'd been to a couple of the clubs on broadway but was a bit intimidated by them. the staff was cordial, but a bit snobby, and they were bigger than i had hoped. i wasn't going to leave the city without giving it another try, but i dreaded what would happen at these clubs. i was already envisioning the ruins of my plans for the summer. i can't get those court fees and bills paid and be deeper in debt and scarred in the criminal record department, stuck with a bunch of stripper supplies i'll never use, feeling ugly and rejected, working at my Plan B video store gig for eight-fifty an hour... i was also running though my head the rant i'd surely post on SW. hah.
im not that hideous, in fact, im sure as far as pleasing the general public goes (though it really is my fantasy to be a slightly plump, fair skinned, freckled redhead), i'd be a desireable candidate; young, thin, big busted for my build, nothing offensive facially, nails done, makeup tasteful, hair painstakingly rootless and so platinum it verges on silver.
so i touched up my teary makeup domelight + rearview mirror style, and went to one of the topless bars Manager McCockface recommended. i pretty much laid it out raw: "are you hiring? great. sure, i can do it right now, in fact, i was set up for an audition elsewhere, i have no experience, --bla bla bla -- short summary -- said to come here and i hope that they weren't just blowing me off" the guys seemed really suprised at the fact that Gold turned me (or anyone) away. they took me right inside saying "you'll like it much better here anyway."
so i did it! the audition was on a stage in the vip area, in front of two customers, the housegirl and selected well-hidden staff. i have to admit i was REALLY horrible. weeks of practicing in my closet of a room using my janky halogen lamp for support was no match for the reality of a stage and a pole. i moved WAY too fast, pretty much held on the the pole and swung around like some sort of ape for two reallly long songs, tripped on my shoes, the works. real dull, i tell you, but after getting a bit nuder i was feeling more comfortable and smiling. after it was over i didn't even care if they didn't hire me. i was happy to be given the chance, and a little embarassed at my ineptitude. but they offered me a contract! i auditioned right after a girl, who had obviously danced before, who actually had also just come from being turned away at the Gold Club too. and she was experienced! i wonder if she got hired. i hope so. the club is rather intimidating in its size, but the management seems good, the housemom was very sweet and the girls, well, weren't UN-nice.
i go back friday to go though the mounds of paperwork and will probably start working that night. i couldnt be more thrilled and relieved. now it seems so silly how emotional and dreadful i was feeling after being rejected. ah well. thought id share and ill be sure to post more about my first real day soon - hopefully in not so much driveling length.
i've got a couple days then to refine my moves and think up a stage name. the ones ive found most attractive are ugly old lady ones -- can't say why: esther, frances, ava, greta...and my favorite...eugenia....maybe i'll just go with jean...suggestions wont be turned away (unlike certain amateur strippers).
and now...it's bedtime. hearts to you all.



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Good luck on Friday!

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