Hollywood Undead |One Shots|

Deuce- Dreams Are Fragile (Pt. 2)

You stood there, ready to throw up at what just happened as you stared at your feet. Suddenly feeling a little lightheaded, you just needed to get out. Quickly walking out, you took a deep breath of fresh air away from the smoke that it gave you a coughing fit. Bending over at the waist and holding yourself with your hand on your knee by the entrance.

You calmed yourself down and slowly stood up looking for that guy to give him a piece of your mind. Around the parking lot there was only a few cars but he wasn't there, probably already left. You growled softly and looked at the bouncer who was standing there, trying to mind his own business.

"No, I'm not gonna give in to the likes of that guy." Whispering to yourself with determination. You walked back to your car and got in, but you gulped at the thought of being evicted from your home.

You sighed and headed home, mentally and physically tired from such a place. Just thinking about working there for the next few days, maybe weeks, sounds dreadful. Hopefully you get a call back.

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For the past week, it was terrible. The smoke was getting to you, pouring drinks for half drunk men, and watching girls swing on the pole all night. Plus your feet was killing you by the end of night and the next day you would have to prepare for your auditions coming up.

Yet, you didn't see that guy again, but the bouncer would sometimes glance your way. However that didn't matter to you, all that did was to pay for your rent and have your name in lights.

"Hey baby, how ya doing?" You looked up from cleaning a glass and your stomach dropped to your feet. That same smirk from the same guy who says he's in a band. "I'll have a Jacks Daniels." He blew a kiss then smirked, you sighed and poured his drink, setting it in front of him. Quickly he held on your hand, making you blush. "So, about the music video. Are you in?" You pulled your hand back and returned picking up other glasses form the other end of the bar. "Aww, are you giving me the silent treatment." He teased as you went back towards him.

"Look, I'm just here to put in my hours and chase after my dream, that's all. Thanks for the offer but no thank you." Firmly stating, he raised his eyebrows.

"'Dream', and what possibly could be that." Sarcastically speaking, taking a drink from his glass. You narrowed your eyes at him, your jaws clenched from being annoyed.

"To be an actor and live the wealthy lifestyle." He chuckled and took another sip. "What?"

"Listen Sweetheart, you're not the first to say that and come to Hollywood and definitely not the last." He rolled his eyes, you furrowed your brows, fuming from what he said. Setting down the glass and leaned over, smirking and his breath reeked of booze and cigarettes. "I'll help you though."

"What are you talking about?" Grabbing the glass and putting it in a pile with the rest of the other dirty dishes.

"I know a guy who's in the business and I can put in a good word for you." You put up your guard and narrowed your eyes. "But you have to be in the music video." You sighed, knowing that there was a catch.

"Will I get paid?" You asked him.

"What's more important, chasing your dream or getting the money?" Smirking again.

"Well, I need money to pay my rent in order to chase my dream." You told him, he chuckled and looked at you.

"You're funny, I like that." He grinned while you hid your blush from him. "Where is your place?"

"Why?"

"Because depending on where you live it's expensive, plus I know some places that have low rent." You thought about it but it seems almost like another catch to it.