I have to leave my club. I cannot take it anymore. It was soo slow Friday night, I walked out of the -115. Sure, I coudl have tried to make the best of it and worked my butt off, stayed longer, but it was so freakin dead, just looking at the floor depressed me. The dressing room was worse. I could not find one spot to hide and try to get a grip and try to fix my mood. Even hiding in the bathroom wasnt working. There were girls everywhere bitching. 120 dancers.....7 tables, at midnight on a Friday. The worst part is even when Im in a good mood, all ready to go make a million, as soon as I set foot in that club I get depressed. The dressing room has negative energy, but so does the whole club. It kills my attitude every night. Why wont they just pay the cabbies?? The club is going to go under very soon because they are getting no business, and are losing all their dancers.
So tonight Im auditioning at Scores and Rhino. My boyfriend says a good dancers goes where the money is, not where shes comfortable. I gotta suck it up and go. Comfort aint payin the bills.
I feel better already.....



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I do not need to be there...You post sounds exactly what I am/was going through w/ my club. I love it there (girls, manangement, DJ's) but you're boyfriend is so right..."a good dancer goes where the money is, not where she feels comfortable"


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