Day By Day

.:Prologue:.

Such bullshit.. Zachary Baker thought as he crammed his hands into his pockets, stalking away from the tall and dreary building that he'd just been fired from. I take one damn sick day, and that prick-headed motherfucker decides he's gonna fire me.. Oh, but it's okay for that dumbass blonde bimbo to fuck people on the job. The hazel-eyed man was seething as he practically threw himself into the driver's seat of his car, slammed the door and then peeled out of the parking lot. He had to find a new job, and fast; his rent was due in a few weeks, and everyone knew that his landlord would have no qualms about kicking him out if he was even a minute late on his rent.

What to do, what to do.. Fast food wouldn't pay me enough, and I damn sure don't want another office job.. He tapped his fingers on the steering wheel, biting the inside of his plump bottom lip in thought. Then, as if it were an answer to some silent prayer he had been making, he heard a commercial come on the radio that seemed to be just what he was looking for.

"Are you a man looking for a fun job, away from all that boring office work?" Was what caught his attention. Zachary turned up the radio, listening intently to the woman's sultry voice. "Then you need to come down to The Lion's Den and dance for us! We're holding auditions all this week, and our motto is if you can dance, you can work. Come see us!"

Well, it's not exactly what I had in mind, but it might work.. He thought with a raised brow; he made a split second decision and pulled over to the side of the road, looking up the address for the club on his phone browser. Once he found the address, he put it into the GPS and drove away, a nervous excitement beginning to rush through his body. He could be a dancer.. He'd never really contemplated it, but he didn't think it was a bad idea. They made a reasonable amount of money, and plus, their hours were flexible to a certain extent.

Soon enough, Zachary made it to the club, and the somewhat shady-looking building practically vibrated with the synthesized music that was playing inside. He swallowed nervously, adjusted his hair a little to make a good first impression, and then got out of his car and went inside. As his eyes adjusted to the somewhat dark room, he saw that there was a main stage with a walkway extending from it, and there was a pole at the end of the walkway. There were several round tables around the entire room, a pole through the middle of each of the tables. There were only a few people scattered around at the tables, but a dancer occupied each pole that someone sat in front of.

He glanced around nervously before he spotted the only female in the room; she was a petite, curly blonde-haired girl with crystal blue eyes that seemed to stare straight into his soul when he looked at her. Clearing his throat nervously, he stepped over to her, readying himself to speak and ask about auditioning. "Are you here for an audition?" She asked when he had opened his mouth.

"Actually, I am," He laughed, scratching the back of his neck. She looked him over for a minute, something unreadable tinting her eyes before she nodded. "U-uh, look, I've.. Actually never done anything like this, and I don't really even have any idea how places like this work.." Zachary blushed, his hazel eyes focused down towards his sneakers.

"That's perfectly fine," She smiled. "Actually, we prefer people who haven't danced before. It gives us a blank canvas to work with and it lets us teach them how we do things here." She wrote a few things down on a clipboard and then tapped her pen against her chin, seeming lost in deep thought. "What's your name? I feel rude for not asking before." She laughed quietly.

"Zachary James Baker." He recited his full name, feeling weird about giving it to a stranger.

"Well, Zachary, why don't you follow me?" She turned around, waving her hand for him to follow. The hazel-eyed man quickly trotted after her, allowing his eyes to take in the sights of the club as they walked towards the back. "We actually have a specific room we have for auditions, just so that you don't get too flustered or embarrassed around anyone that may be watching. It'll only be me and the house mom, so don't get too frightened." The blonde spoke gently, but not quietly.