It was another day, another dollar at The Glam Slam, considering that it was the weekend. As yours truly is waiting tables, everyone else is dancing and having a good time. Not that I have a problem with it; I just love listening to music while I work. I got this job two years ago after moving here from Indiana. Why is that? Long story short, I moved out here because I couldn't stand Vanessa, my father's snobby wife. He married her right after my mother died, and she's been a real pain in my a** ever since. I never liked her, and she never liked me. In every argument, my dad would always side with her, but never with me. At that point, I couldn't deal with either of them, so I moved out without even telling them. And I haven't heard from them since.
So, returning to my employment at The Glam Slam: my friend Tabitha told me how popular this club was, so she helped me get a part-time job as a waitress because I'm waiting for the call back from auditions for The Artist and The NPG. Word of the audition circulated when it was rumored that a former dancer for the group had been sacked for unknown reasons. Tabitha convinced me to try since she knows I desire a career as a singer and dancer. So I tried out, and now I'm waiting to hear if I made the audition.
"Girl, I can't wait to get out of here. My feet are killing me." T sighed in exhaustion.
"You ain't lyin' about that." I agreed.
After spending two hours serving drinks from front to back on the floor, she and I are in the back taking a break. We then went back to work for two more hours until it was time to clock out. I was about to leave the club when my boss stopped me.
"Morris, I need to see you in my office."
Tabitha waited at the bar while I followed our boss to his office.When he opened the door, I was taken aback by who was there.
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"She's all yours, sir," my boss said before leaving the room.
"Please have a seat, Jalisa. I'm sure you're tired of being on your feet all night." He spoke to me. "What I need to discuss with you won't take long."
I gladly sat down in the chair, letting my aching feet to rest. Merely for a few moments since I won't be in this office for long.
"I thought about having this conversation over the phone, but doing this in person was better. I wanted to inform you that...you've been selected to be a part of my band." He revealed.
"Really?!" I said in awe. "Oh, my gosh. Thank you. Thank you very much."
"You'll start rehearsals the following week. I aspect you to be ready by then."
"I will," I assured confidently.
After bidding good night to The Artist, I rejoined Tabitha at the bar and we drove home. Not only did I tell her about meeting The Artist, I also mentioned that I had been chosen to join his band. She was excited as I was. At this point right now, I can hardly wait for next week.
