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The First Audition |
| Written by Morgen Holborn | |
| Thursday, 03 January 2008 | |
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I
walked through the doors of the dark entranceway leading to the main
dance floor. It was my first audition. I didn't even know why I decided
to try it out. The idea had been put into my head after a conversation
I’d
had with Jazelle.
“You’re hot enough. Why don’t you
try it out? I got a job the first time I went up there!” she exclaimed.
“I dunno. You really think I
should?” I asked.
“It’s time to move up from your shitty
waitress job, don’t you think?”
“Yeah, you’re right.”
That had been two weeks ago. Jazelle had gotten me a chance to try out
through a conversation with her boss. He was excited to see what I could do.
I stepped up the two stairs leading into the dressing room. They
should call it the undressing room I thought to myself. Then I felt
disappointed that I had no one to share my clever joke with.
I carefully
unzipped my jeans, shimmied out of them, and folded them neatly before placing
them onto a small bench. I crossed my arms, with my fingers hatched onto the
bottom of my top, and pulled it up and over my head. A full-length mirror
positioned itself against the wall. I turned to it and glanced up and down at
my half naked body. My shoulders were a little bony, my ribs almost fleshless,
but my curvy hips and large breasts made up for it. My bra was blood red. My
g-string matched. I tried to calm my nerves but my hands still shook as I
strapped on my heels.
“Alright, Hilary, we’re ready for you!” someone yelled. I walked out and onto the platform. A man and a woman sat at a table in the audience area.
“I’m ready,” I insisted.
“I like it already,” the man began, “Now what will your dancer name be?”
I hadn’t thought of one beforehand. I felt like smacking myself for not
doing so, as Jazelle had advised me to come up with one before I came.
“Uh…Ginger?” I asked.
“Taken. Another please,” the woman
scowled.
I hesitated, “Oh ok what about Magenta?”
“Good,” she said. She started writing vigorously on her clipboard.
Then they started to play the music. It was sexyback by Justin
Timberlake. I happened to really enjoy that song so I immediately felt more
comfortable dancing. I wrapped my leg around the pole, my hand clung to it as
well, and I bent my back into an arch, and in doing so my breasts became
intense cleavage at the top of my lace bra. Then I grabbed the pole with both
hands and bent my legs so my ass would be the main focus. I did a few more
spins like I’d seen other dancers do. I was inexperienced and my moves were
unprofessional but I looked good. After I was all finished they both clapped a
few times.
“Good job, Magenta, You can start at
9:00 next Thursday night,” the man said.
Then the woman spoke, “You’ll need to clean up your moves for next time and
you need higher heels. Five inches or taller.”
I was so excited to have the job that I wasn’t insulted by her rude
comment like I normally would have been. Next Thursday I would be a stripper.
It was the best news I’d heard in a long time. It was the worst news I’d heard
as well. How would I tell my mother and father? I knew they would be thinking
their once good little girl was dead and a bad, devil of a girl had taken her
place. I pushed the thought back into my mind. I’d think about that later. Now all I needed were some new shoes. Copyright 2008 Morgen Holborn |
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