I started with my dance classmates. Some of them were young, still living with parents – or at least highly dependent on Mom and Dad – so the chances that they’d be interested in performing for peanuts was very high. I also enlisted the help of a couple of friends who had some dancing chops. … Continue reading AND?
Jen…Jen, Jen. Jen. Jen. Fuck. My safe haven has been compromised. Where else was I going to work? I could not for the life of me find the strength to will myself into accepting her as my boss. It would be too much of a bruise to my ego. I had to save face and … Continue reading Fuck.
Getting back to Tampa was a relief – I’d never been happier to be back in familiar territory. No worries about getting back and forth to work, where to eat, permits or a runty little man smoking weed in my bathroom. Of course, it was a bit mundane at first: the girls at work weren’t … Continue reading Tough Break
Once back in Orlando, I was eager for September 12 to arrive. I had a great time in New York, but I was ready for my career at Snizney to start. A fellow dancer from the dance company back in Gainesville was already working for them and loving it. But in the meantime, bills still needed to be … Continue reading This Just In…