Scene 3: Act 1
Scene 3: Act One
Let me invite you to the ultimate shit show beginning at 16. I came from an uptight Christian back ground you know the kind where u go to church 7 days a week, take purity classes and go to bible camp during the summer. I never got a chance to experience who I could be or adventure to far from Noah’s arch. I mean most of my friends drank alcohol and smoked weed and cigarettes but not me I was secretly not a virgin anymore and in love with my on again off again boyfriend who I’d sneak out at night for Rendezvous and dance battles yea I said it and it was Krump omg those were the days where wed tell our moms we are staying over at a friends for the weekend when we were really 20 miles away at the beach with our boyfriends. I was always jealous of one of my closest friends BC her mom let her make mistakes and hang out with boys and most of them were just our friends BC for some reason other girls hated us. And look how she turned out today shes successful with no kids! All 3 of my closest friends had freedoms I didn’t and I felt stupid sneaking out because I felt like the weird kid whose parents was on a mission to save the world. Two weeks before I turned 18 I was out of there and determined to live my life how I wanted and make mistakes and try to learn from them the first time. I’ve pushed many lies but none so hard that I’d loose my life. I ran away and moved in with one of my older friends who had already graduated a year before me and I’d known her since I was 14. Her God mother and my mother were close so she understood my pain. One day home girl realized she was short on rent. She let me live there rent free to focus on my music career which was going no where since I fired my step dad. So I felt bad I went job hunting but no such luck , until I got my old job back wed have to figure something out. And here comes the dark side of life prostitution. Back then we didn’t really smoke weed but we were alcoholic’s to the 7th power the stamina I had back then omg I need that back. We could wake up go to work and do it all over again. And we did until reality set in...becoming something we didn’t want to be ....but it was either that or be evicted and land back home with our over baring mothers. Yes we choose to not let each other do it alone. And we got the money to save our apartment but the problem that came next was inescapable the pimp…being pimped out in any way is pure fuckery but in this case you ran the risk of assault, rape, jail, or dead. So one night with a few friends I went to check out an Amateur night I wasn’t going to try out seeing as it was my first time ever in a strip club but my friends knew I could dance and encouraged me to try and it was a better deal than being a street walker so what did I have to loose?besides my shyness,clothes, and inhibitions. My friend shouted my name to the DJ and he told me to come to the booth to pick out a name and a song, people always called me lovely so that’s what I danced by when I got on stage I was terrified but the song I picked out was perfect enough to close my eyes and pretend to dance in a room by myself. Needless to say I wasn’t the best exotic dancer at first but I was one of the best in the competition that night. So much so I won and got a job working at a franchised club. It was 12 hr work outs with 1hr to 45 min breaks it was exhausting but I never got sick and I stayed in shape. It wasn’t until I was dating a guy who was more of a pimp than a boyfriend that things always go sour. I sure knew how to pick them. Literally shaking my head as I recall this. It Was only the beginning of me getting a taste of fast money legally but it was a dark rode that lay ahead.
Must be jelly BC jam don't shake like DAT!