Adam's: POV
~One year later~
We have stayed here for a year now and it's better than nothing. We've met other people who's homless and I feel for them. It's so unfair.
Meggie was still sleeping and I gave her a kiss on her cheek before I went to the bar. I hate my job so much but we need food and clothes. I changed to a dark vest and dark leather pants.
(Adam's style)
I went up on stage and danced around the pole. "Take off your vest!" said a guy and I did as he wished. "Kiss me or you won't get your money!" replied another. I kissed him and he smirked.
I entertained them and did what they wanted. But I feel so disgusting and I know they're just using me.
Money was thrown up and I picked them up after I was done. The pay was bad and I have no opinion here.
I weny to my dressingroom and changed back to my normal clothes. I'll take a shower when I'm back at the shelter.
"You were very good today Adam!" said my boss. "Thank you!" I mumbled and closed my bag. "Here's money to food!" said Jim and gave me some banknotes. "Thanks!" I replied. I whined when his hand touched my arm. "You are an hero for my club!" he said. "I have to go!" I replied and hurried out.
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"It's someone who wants to meet you outside!" said Laura. "Okay!" I replied and walked out. "It must be you who is Adam Lambert!" said a woman. "Yes!" I replied. "My name is Susan Hale and I'm principal on East High School and we are looking for a new teacher!" she said. "I take the job!" I replied without thinking.
"That's good and I trust you!" said Susan. "I won't be any problem, I promise!" I said. "I'll pick you up tomorrow morning!" replied Susan and I nodded.
She gave a note with her number before she went to her car. Finally a real job.
I don't like Jim at all and we trust Susan. I hope you liked this chapter.
~MoonGlambert~
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For the love of a daughter
FanfictionMy name is Adam Lambert and I'm 33 years old. I live in a homeless shelter with my three-year-old daughter Meggie since one year back. Sometimes I do nasty things at a club to afford food and clothes, but I don't like what I do. This is my story. **...