“Are you sure you wanna do this?” Her friend Alexia asked her nervously. “I mean, a job for singing at the club? That is so totally cool!”
“Hey, I wanna be a singer, then I might as well try out my chances. Gotta go for it you know!” Christine replied enthusiastically as they reached the club door. “This is it!” She took a deep breath and stepped inside the club. It was designed to be a very hi-tech looking place. Psychedelic furniture was all over then place.
“Can I help ya?” a fat looking man asked them suddenly. He had a thick gold chain on his neck and wrist.
“Um… yeah actually. I’m uh… looking for the job as the club singer?” Christine asked.
The man glanced at her for a second then at Alexia. Both had made an effort to impress the club owner and therefore, they looked pretty tempting. “Okay, can you sing?”
“Yep.” Christine smiled. “I can sing for you now if you want.”
“Hmm… follow me.” They were led to a small office hidden at the back of the club. The man sat down and offered them to sit as well. “So…” he said as he grabbed a cigar off the table and lighted it. “Let’s hear you sing.”
“Um… you don’t need to record it down?” Christine asked uncertainly.
“Not at all! We know when we hear the right voice for the club. So just sing.” he put his plump legs onto the table and leaned back on the seat.
Christine cleared her throat. She had decided to sing All I have to Give, her favorite song all time. I don’t know, what he does to make you cry, but I’ll be there to make you smile. I don’t have a fancy car, to get to you I’d walk a thousand miles. I don’t care if–”
“Fantastic! You’re hired.” The man interrupted. “Save it for tonight. Great, that means an earlier opening for the club. Okay, let me explain the details to you. They’re basically on this sheet but I’ll tell you anyway. You have to get here at 6 p.m. and you don’t have to dress fancy because we’ll provide you the clothes and afterwards, you get to keep them. You’ll be working from 7 till 12 midnight so drink plenty. We do have another singer and she sings on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays. You’ll be working on Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Saturdays. The pay is 10 (US dollars) bucks per hour. If everything is okay, sign right here on the dotted line and we’ll be seeing each other tonight.” he handed her the pen and paper to sign. Just as she was about to take the pen from his hand, he moved back a bit. “How old are you by the way?”
“I’m 17,” Christine lied.
“You’re lying,” the man grinned.
“Fine, 14.”
The man smiled again and handed her the papers for her to write in her information. A few minutes later, she handed him the papers and he took a quick scan. “Hmm… Miss. Christine Blanche eh? Pretty good name for publicity. I’m Charles Johnson,” he stood up and held his hand out, “We’re gonna be a great team.”
Christine smiled at Charles enthusiasm and hesitantly shook his hand.
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“That was so cool man, I’m gonna tell the whole school about this!” Alexia exclaimed unbelievably as they stepped out of the club.
“I know!” Christine gave a shrill scream. “I can’t believe that I’m actually gonna sing in front of an audience! I’ve been waiting for this for so long!” She took in a deep breath as Christine tried to visualize what it would be like to have her long term dream be true finally. She sighed happily as she and Alexia walked side by side, not knowing where they were heading.