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A sigh fell past Lee's lips. It was just another evening at the night club for him. Backstage, he got ready for the every night main event that most, if not all, of the crowd came to see. It was one of the big things that kept this club running every evening. The black haired male ran a hand through his hair as he looked at himself in the dressing room's large mirror, shared with all the other occupants in the room. He didn't look happy, nor did he feel it. The only reason he was in this business was because he had nothing else to do with his life, no other way to make some amount of money. With what he got with this job, he was barely surviving in his single apartment.

"You guys are up in five minutes!"

Lee stored the information into the back of his mind as he sat there, staring at his reflection. Another sigh escaped past his lips. Other males around him began walking past him as they were already finished getting ready for the night. Slowly, Lee stood himself up from where he sat on his stool bench, placing his palms down against the surface of the long table that was holding up the long and stretched out mirror. He supposed he was ready than he was a few minutes ago.

The young male made his way out of the dressing room, all dressed up in his attire, and made his way up to the back of the stage curtains, positioning him in the same spot he always stood in each night before performing began.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the show that you all came for... our Club Male Dancers!!"

Soon after the voice on the microphone finished introducing the dancers, the large curtains would separate and there would be standing the first three male dancers that would preform tonight, Lee being one of them, standing in the middle of the stage, the other two on opposite sides of him. With a forced small smile on his face, Lee began to dance. Just like every other night on the job, he would dance until his time was up, then move for the next person to take his place, and he would make his way back to the dressing room where he'd call it a night and soon, Lee would be making his way from the dressing room and out into the crowd, to make his way to the main bar where he could ask the bartender to give him this week's paycheck.
I really need to stop disappearing from this site.
It feels like I don't know anybody anymore.
Old Posted 04-09-2011, 12:02 AM Reply With Quote