-You show up at the club an hour before opening. The lights are mostly still out, the door's locked, and the red carpet isn't rolled out yet. This means the alleyway leading to the club looks sketchy and damp. You wait outside the locked door with another girl or two, who avoid eye contact, and look down at their mobiles, fake eyelashes casting bizarre shadows in the screen light.
-You are let in by a glassy, or a half dressed bouncer.
-You wait around just inside the lobby a bit more. You aren't sure where to sit, and maybe you make eye contact with the other girls, and smile briefly as you realize everyone's here for the same thing. Everyone wants a job. You hope you have brought the right stuff to wear Eventually, dance manager shows up (DM henceforth), the required 15 minutes late, Starbucks coffee in hand. The other hand is holding....a clipboard? Sexy.
-DM points out the stage, takes the group of you backstage together, and says this:
"One at a time, wait for the music to start, come out in an outfit, show us your moves and get naked, in one song."
(Let me tell you something: It takes bravery to get naked in front of a room full of drunk rowdy customers in a dimly lit room. It takes steel-encased OVARIES to get naked in a room full of two women holding clipboards with all the lights in the damn place on and the dj watching for shits and giggles.)
But, one after another, you will all make your way out, stumble through a semi-awkward experience, and climb back offstage sweating and grateful that hell yes, its over!
-Manager arrives backstage as you are dressing yourself back into street clothes, chatting happily with the two girls who had previously been too enthralled in pre-audition nerves to make conversation. (You three will now share a special bond, having the same starting night, the same audition date, and the same level in the club hierarchy initially.) Aaaannd....congrats! You all got the job.
-What were you worried about, anyway?
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