To Forget it Ever Happened

To Big Mac~4

I got out of the Starbucks furiously since I couldn't spot the Asian man anywhere. I am now making a vow to myself that the next time I see strange Asian men selling food on the streets, I will run like my life depended on it.

The wind blew at my hair and I shoved my hands in my pockets to retain some body heat. Strangely, a crumpled piece of paper occupied my pocket space.

I slowly opened the foreign sheet up in confusion, not knowing how it got there.

Auditions for Saucy and Glossy.

Roles wanted:

Grace Hunter-the seventy year old lady who decides to escape the retirement home and be a stripper named Saucy. Character is arrogant and adventurous. Hair preferably chocolate brown.

Julia Shenta- the sixty eight year old stripper named Glossy who wants to start a deli restaurant. Hair- midnight black.

John Tinner- The extrovert black guy who goes through more women than a nerd does with homework. He is a daily customer of the strip house called Around Again. Finds out that old women work there and he complains, ends up being related to Julia. Buys the deli restaurant for her, in return for getting her fired. They name the deli, Saucy and Glossy. Hair- none. Character is bald.

Address: 1340 --------------

Time: 4:30 to 8:00 on Thursday, January 1st

 There were two problems. One, the address was scratched out and two, I had no clue as to which character to audition for. Saucy the stripper, Glossy the other stripper, or I could shave my head and play John?

This was ridiculous!  I screamed to myself.

 I couldn't do this! What if mom turned on the tv and saw me on the show Saucy and Glossy?  She would track me down and maul me for playing a stripper. I was already blowing my chances of going to college, I knew she was dissapointed in me but she just didn't show it. I think auditioning for a stripper, even though it's just acting, would make her deppressed. I already ruined my mother's life with being born and all, she'd assured me plenty of drunken times. I want to make her proud and by God, I was going to act and be famous somehow. What if I tell the producers that I don't want them to show my face? Then mom will never recognize me!

But I knew she would. Even when she wasn't sober, mom knew everything that I was doing and what time I was doing it. So if she saw me on her telivision screen, twirling on a pole, she'd track me down with secret agents and hit me in the head with her bottle of Vodka during rehearsals.

My eyes bugged out like saucers once they landed on the end of the page.

Pay once being chosen: $40 an hour

I'm broke. I have a wish jar with seven hundred bucks to rent an apartment which will probably be empty by the end of this month and I'm starving. This money was the only way I'd live here in Nevada without going hungry and homeless.

Hello, my name's Amelia Frapper and I'm now a newly made actress playing a sripper named Saucy.

I wrapped the paper in my hand with determination and strode back into the Starbucks. 

Confidently walking up to the counter, I gave the brown haired mysterious employee a flirty smile."Can I get a light mocha?" I asked.

I was a little nervous. I didn't know if I had it in me to be a flirtatious and coy girl. I was always the kind of girl who would stutter and trip over her words and her feet.

The boy standing there nodded softly and placed the order in the machine which showed on the screen to the employees behind him.

I grabbed a bill from my wish jar and handed it to him.