"What makes you think you can handle all dis'?" I asked with a grin, deciding to play along with his little game. He deeply chuckled. "Naw baby I think it's gon' be you who can't handle dis'." He stated confidently.
A struggling young woman is looki...
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Katrina Hernandez August 3, 2020 2:53 PM
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Auditions were today. I'm kinda' nervous. I used to take pole dancing classes in my free time, so dancing shouldn't be a problem. I just really wanna' get this job. It pays a lot. And good pay is what I need right about now. Bill's piling and money ain't. But if I get this job it'll be good for me and start bringin' in bank for me and my fam. Working two jobs isn't enough. But I won't quit until I know for sure that I can get this job and until I make enough.
Speaking of work, I get off soon. I work as a receptionist at a salon, reason being, I don't like doing other people's hair. I get annoyed quickly. My best friend, on the other hand, loves to do hair. She's really good at it. She wants her own shop one day. We love working at the same salon. We get to spend more time together. We have fun at work with all the women. We're like sisters. I also work in a car shop, believe it or not. I know I'm pretty but a girl ain't afraid to get her hands dirty. I love cars. Especially old ones. I want to have my own dealership or mechanic shop in the future. I used to wanna' be a nurse, because my mom was a nurse. But when she passed that dream crumbled.
"What you thinkin' 'bout over hurr, Tri?" my best friend Imani said, walking to my place behind the front desk. "Nun girl, just nervous 'bout dis audition I got today, love." I responded, with a slight NOLA accent. "Audition? For what, chile?" She questioned. "A dancer." I vaguely answered. "What kind of dancer?" she asked suspiciously with her hands on her hips. I grabbed my phone and pulled up the flier. I intently watched her inspect the post I was showing her. She snatched my phone to look closer, as if she couldn't believe what she was seeing. She looked at me stone faced. "What the hell you auditionin' at da' Pynk fa'?" she whisper shouted, eyebrows knitted. "I need a better income, 'Mani." I sighed. She rolled her eyes and threw her hand up. "That's not the only way you can get money, Katrina." She scolded me.
"You of all people know how hard it's been fa' me. Being a dancer brings in a lotta' bank." I reasoned. She crossed her arms and looked down. "I need this." I told her. She looked back up to meet my eyes. "I do know how hard it's been for you, working more than one job. But I don't want this to be your only option. There's risk and dangers to a job like that, Tri." she expressed her concern. "I know, 'Mani. But I'm just trying it out. I'll be careful. Plus I have you." I chuckled. "Fasho! I'll cut a bitch quick." she laughed. "Why don't you try out with me?" I asked curiously. She turned her face up. "Girl please!" she said. "C'mon 'Mani! We both used to take classes. And you don't even have to be a dancer! You can apply to be a bartender. Na' you know you can make a good drink." I tried my best to persuade her. She thought about it for a minute. Then she sighed.
"Fine! I'll try out with you but I'll think about a job there." She put emphasis on "think". "Okay! I'll take it!" I laughed happily. I stood up and hugged her, which she returned with a smile. "I have to drop my son off at home but we're getting ready at your house." I chuckled. She laughed, "Fine with me. I don't have any more clients today." she shook her head. I nodded, "Ima' use the bathroom, then we can go. You can get your stuff and go to the car." I told her. "A'ight, hurry up pissy." she joked. I straight faced her, "Shut up and go to the car." I laughed and walked back to the bathroom.
