After about 7-8 months of dancing, I just quit and didn't intend to go back. I kind of just got bored, or tired of being there, and I couldn't stand being there for 13 hours, so I left and lived the broke life again.
Now there's a financial emergency and I need to help my fiance raise 1000 dollars quick.
So I sucked it up and resolved to get back to work. I'm still sick of the place, so I went and set my sights on another club. I just went tonight to check the place out, brought an outfit just in case, and it's a good thing because before I knew it they were offering me a job before I'd even asked! They sent someone over to us who told us we were both "smoking hot" and offered us a job. I took them up on the offer and long story short I ended up auditioning right then and there.
This was this past Thursday, so it was a slow night. However right after my audition me they scheduled me for Friday night, again without my even having to ask =) This is really good because I was worried starting from scratch in a new place would mean taking on the crap shifts for awhile, and I don't have time to work my way up.
Anyhoo before I went in, I wrote this. I wonder if a lot of girls can relate to these feelings about 'coming out of 'retirement'?
Another foray into that seedy underbelly....
My first venture into that neon darkness was a whirlwind. By the time I got out, I felt, and still feel as though I've been tossed through the other side of a maelstrom. There, everything happens so fast, 13 hours can pass in a blink. Your head is spinning even more than your body. The smoke, the music, the people...everything is a glowing blur.
So tumultuous was this encounter that even when I left I didn't know that I was leaving. I feel as though I had been seized, shaken, and released before I even really knew what was happening. I couldn't bring myself to document my experience during my time in this dark fantasy. It leaves you exhausted each night, so spent you don't even remember what to expect the next.
My last night in this place was new years eve. I didn't know I was leaving until well after I didn't come back.
How long was I there? A month? a year? It will ensure you leave with a dim and faded memory of its secrets.
I have held out, gone without food before going back to that place. I don't even know why. I do not remember feeling unpleasant in the creatures arms...why do I fear returning to its carnal embrace? I suppose it is instinct...to fear that which we do not understand. To fear it all the more after having been up close and personal with the mystery for so long...and be no closer to understanding.
Now, however, I feel it calling me. Offering me its security, the protection of me and my loved ones if only I take refuge in that windowless enterprise.
I must return, to protect my loved one in a time of need. There is no one else to help us. I must engage the beast once more, engage in that delicate game of cat and mouse with corruption itself.
Guess I've improved since I started...[/I]



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