Fun fact of the day: Bambam hates public transportation. He abhors the notion of paying – paying money – not an insignificant amount either! – to sit among strangers for several minutes in an old, uncomfortable sort of car. Perhaps because he has been on his own for such a long time, and even back in Thailand he was never surrounded by people like his siblings were, the idea of sitting still among so many people in complete silence is ghastly to him. It reminds him of school. Shiver.
The point is, unless he’s broken a heel in the streets, or has to get across town for some reason, Bambam walks everywhere. Which means that, if he’s going to somewhere for the first time, he’s almost always irreversibly late.
Today, unfortunately, is not an exception; he’s a whole hour late for an audition. Not any audition: a an audition for his dream job. The most important audition he’ll ever have in his life.
And he’s late. Thanks, Google Maps. Thanks, plataform shoes.
He reaches his destiny sweaty, tired, his legs cramping and his breath short from pretty much running around for the last fifteen minutes. Momentarily blinded by relief, he leans over the nearest surface to take a breather, but said nearest surface happens to be the club’s large, moderately light swinging doors. They’re unlocked. There he goes, tumbling ungracefully into the club, face meeting the ground before his knees.
He’s not on one of his best days.
Well, nevermind that. Since he’s already in... uh, since half of his body is already in, he might as well get up, get fully inside, and make a mad dash to wherever the audition is taking place. Maybe he can still make it! With that thought in mind, he sprints to his feet with unseen strength, and sets his path into the club.
At the next door in the way, right in the end of the hallway Bambam is currently walking down, stands a bouncer. Upon seeing the volumous man, Bambam hesitates – but soon straightens his spine, clears his throat, and holds his chin up.
“Excuse me,” he calls out once the bouncer is within earshot. “I’m here for the dancer audition.”
The Bouncer turns his head to stare right into Bambam’s eyes. Yikes. Bambam can feel the judgement.
“The audition started long ago.”
“I know,” Bambam grins his most brilliant grin. “I’m a little late.”
“Look.” It’s time to amp things up. Bambam removes his sunglasses, revealing his sharp winged eyeliner and flawless contouring. That’ll do the trick! “I have an afternoon job, and my boss just wouldn’t let me off earlier. I’m sure there’s a lot of people auditioning, I can just slip inside and no one will notice. What do you think?”
“The audition is almost over...” the bouncer is visibly suspicious, but also at a loss.
“And that’s why we need to be quick here,” Bambam chuckles a bit viciously. “Now, would you tell me where I should go?”
There’s an imaginary clock ticking inside Bambam’s head as the bouncer stares at him a bit dumbfoundedly. If only this meatloaf would step aside...
“I... I’ll talk to the manager,” the bouncer guarantees him, and Bambam is becoming convinced his eyes are always just that empty. Turning his back to Bambam, the man pushes the door open, and walks into the club, leaving Bambam to stare as the heavy wooden leaf swings back and forth, back and forth.
He doesn’t have the time.
Quiet as a mouse, Bambam waits for the swing, and slips inside as well.
