"Yo, Kinley! You've got two minutes" I jerked my head up from the tall leater heels I was zipping up and nodded my head at the club's manager Rodney, who looked like he was one hot dog away from a heart attack. I had no idea how he was able to run around this club all night being the size that he is. After doing a final b__b check in the mirror of the women's dressing room, in which they were looking fantastically perky tonight. I headed to the wings so that I could begin another night o flipping my hair and shaking my hips for pathetic young bachelors who wanted just one more fantasy filled night before they got married. Of course, it was nearly one in the morning, a time when most people my age would be heading to bed, but for me the night was just beginning.
Love is Louder than the Pressure to be Perfect.