Chapter Two

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CONNOR

I flopped down on my bed and loosened my tie. Another horrible interview over.

I sigh and cover my face with my pillow. I can't get a job! I still need to pay for the apartment, but I can't get a freaking job!

I stand up. Maybe a shower will help cool off my nerves.

I cross the room in three quick strides and enter the bathroom. My reflection stares back at me. My hair is messed up from the pillow, and there are dark circles under my eyes from spending endless nights stressing over bills.

Life on my own was a lot harder than I thought it would be.

I strip and turn on the water. I let the hot water massage my back, easing the tension in my muscles.

Hot water. Water bills. Money. No job.

"Ahhh, Christ," I grumble as I finish the shower as quickly as I can.

I dry off and put on a T-shirt and sweats. I walk to the kitchen, passing my art room on the way there. In college, I majored in Fine Arts and minored in Musical Performance. Should've guessed it wouldn't pay off well in life.

Sure, I was a pretty good artist, but it was hard to find a good buyer. I could sing well, I guess, but it's hard to get musically famous.

At interviews?

"What's your major?"

"Fine Arts."

"Ehhhh...."

I make myself some chamomile tea, in yet another attempt to calm down.

Another downfall at interviews? As soon as I mention that I'm gay, most of them turn me away. Why? I have no fucking idea.

I need to find a job, and fast.

My laptop starts buzzing. I open it. "Skype call from Tyler Oakley"

I smile and accept the call.

"Hey ConCon!" Tyler grins.

"Hi Tyler."

"So, how'd it go?"

I sigh. "Pretty bad. I didn't get it."

"You'll get a job eventually," he says sympathetically.

Easy for you to say, I think to myself. Tyler, my roommate from college, had quickly gotten a job with a performing troupe. They were currently touring around America in the play "Hairspray".

"I don't know, man," I reply. "How am I supposed to--"

Tyler glances off-camera and cuts me off. "Sorry dude, I got to go really fast. Later, 'kay?"

"Okay." End call.

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