Thankfully the next day was Sunday, so we all had the day off from work. It was the first day in weeks that I actually felt like meeting head-on. Today we were going to take matters into our own hands...we were had two interviews and auditions. I was going to do my best to make sure we got some gigs.
I banged on the door to the bathroom "NICK!" I yelled for the third time that morning. "C'mon, hustle, I still need to take a shower.
"Leave me alone!" was the muffled reply.
"NICK!" I screamed. Out first appointment was in an hour, and I still hadn't even showered.
I yelped a bit as the door burst open suddenly. I gasped when I saw Nick's hair. It was streaked with greenish highlights.
He met my eyes meekly.
"Damn, what the hell did you DO to yourself?" I inquired, trying desperatly not to laugh, for the sake of the Carter Pride, which was actually very delicate.
He bit his lip "I--" he began.
He was interupted by Brian's uproarous laughter coming from behind.
I turned around to face Brian so that Nick wouldn't see me suppressing my laughter.
"Ange, c'mon. What am I gonna do?" he moaned pitifully. "I dyed my hair blonde yesterday--"
"You WHAT?"
"I dyed my hair. I ALWAYS dye my hair." He explained seriously.
This time I collapsed. I covered my mouth with my hands and began to giggle. To think that Nick had to dye his hair to get that sun-kissed look. It was all too funny.
"Angie, I'm not laughing."
"That's all right bud." Brian patted him on the shoulder. "We're laughing enough for you!"
"Why's my hair green?" He shrieked, his voice cracking.
"My guess would be the chlorine in the water." I replied. "Now if, you'll excuse me," I gently pushed Nick out of my way. I have a shower to take."
Nick met my eyes with a mock evil stare "I think perhaps I'll do the dishes."
I thought Nick offering to do dishes was a bit odd, but I didn't think anything of it until got into the shower and the water temperature dropped about sixty degrees. "NICKOLAAAAAAASSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!"
"I don't think this place screams our image vert clearly," I whispered to Brian.
"It's pretty nasty," Nick agreed. "At least no one looks at me funny," he added as he delicatly patted his green locks.
"Gee, Carter--I wonder why?" I asked sarcastically as tall woman with a buzz cut and a piece of an antler hanging from her ear walked by.
"I think she's sexy," Brian whispered into my ear.
I began to laugh, but then I spotted Poe and I hushed up.
The burly guy was wearing a leather jacket, and he had red beard. He looked like a biker.
"So, you wanna sing here huh?" he asked.
I swallowed. Brian could do the talking.
"Yes sir, if you would like us to."
"Do you have costumes?"
"We can provide our own cotumes," Brian replied crisply.
"Does the girl work with you onstage?" asked Poe.
'The girl?' I thought increduously.
"Yes, Angela does a lot of leads." Brian said.
"Well, if you work here that's going to have to change." Poe said gruffly.
"Excuse me?" I asked timidly.
"My boys don't come here to see young women." Poe explained bluntly.
Nick knitted his eyebrows.
"You're their favorite type," Poe patted Nick on the head.
Oh my Lord! I suddenly realized we were in the WRONG place.
I think Brian realized too, because he jumped up. "Sir, it was certainly a pleasure, but I don't think we need the job anymore."
"What!!!??"
Of all the luck. Of all the places he could call, Brian had to set us up at a gay male strip club.