veronika

So, I'm a dancer...of the exotic nature. You can imagine the kinds of days that I've had (good and bad). The good parts of this job are what keep me moving along in my shiny, spiky stilettos. The money is quick and is one of the very few jobs where I personally feel comfortable doing while in school (schedule and energy wise). I love the make-up, hair, clothing, music and best of all, being on stage. But do I do it for the money? Hell yeah!

I remember the first time I dreamt of dancing as a performer. I was in 1st grade and was watching my sister sing in some school, Christmas performance. I sat there, stared at the stage and pictured myself being half of a couple doing some kind of spectacular, flashy, sexy dance. I was being flipped up and around and grinning and pointing my toes and doing every move at the right moment. I was great! It felt great.

Now I'm a topless dancer. A pathetic attempt to touch the goal I had as a child? God no. It's just my job and it works for me. This sorta of, in a strange way, brings me to how crappy dancing can be. Oh and please keep in mind that this is not counting the guys who are drunk jackasses. When money is a flowin' at work dancing on stage makes me feel powerful and it's fun. I get to connect w/the music and feel like I am a sexy beast. Oh yes, a sexy beast! But oh how the equation changes when I show up to work, all dolled up, ready to kiss ass and shake my thing but am not rewarded. It happens. Dancing around in your skibbies and dealing with some tools (some are, some are not) is almost easy when you are getting paid for a job well done. When you are not getting paid it is almost unbearable. Come on, I'm a hot naked chick dancing in front of you...give me some dough!


p.s. My birthday is next week!!!!! February 7th