I felt so nervous before I got on stage, I almost pussied out.
But, the minute those lights hit me... Something just took over. I was in awe over myself when I walked off stage with handfuls of cash.
"Hell yeah! You'll need a garbage bag for tonight." Pete hands me a black garbage bag.
"What do I do with this?" I ask.
"Put money in it, you won't have to just shove the money in your locker or anything like that." Pete explains, I nod in understanding.
"Is there like a blanket somewhere? I'm freezing! Why would they put a vent right above the pole?!" I complain. "David gets to wear clothes, not fair." I fake a pout.
"Trust me, this jumpsuit isn't any better." David points at his red and blue skin tight bodysuit.
"Good job fellas!" A short man with a light Italian accent walks into the dressing room.
The attention was immediatly on him.
"Who's that-" I start to ask.
"The owner." Pete harshly whispers as he sneakily fixes his hair.
"Oh..." I trail off.
My eyes go wide when I see him walking towards me.
"You are?" The owner questions.
"Uhm... G-Gerard." I stutter like an idiot.
"Gerard... Gentlemen, you should all take notes from Gerard! He put on one hell of a show." The owner smiles down at me. The way he's smiling at me make me want to melt into my chair.
"Thank you." I whisper.
"No problem sugar." The owner winks at me. "Enjoy the rest of your night." The owner says to the whole room before exitting.
"The owner talked to you." Pete says with wide eyes.
"It's whatever." I lie.
"What do you mean?" David questions, "No one really gets to speak to him, unless he's getting in their pants." David says with a chuckle.
"It isn't like he's a God." I roll my eyes.
In my head, I'm actually flipping my shit. The hottest man I have ever seen just talked to me.
AN
Frank has entered the building.
-GROOVYLADY
