I needed to get a job. Seriously I cannot go on living on takeout pizza and tequila. I need money; I mean I made it to London. Anywhere is better than Reading, I managed to find an apartment with rent costs that made me fall backwards, but I had just enough so stupidly I now have this apartment I can't afford and my 'work area' is littered with so many Chinese cartons I have lost my laptop.

I reach for the newspaper and in the process I knock over a bowl of whatever mush I was eating for breakfast, this splashes all over my shirt and new black skinny jeans, (they were a necessity, ok?) Shit, it has completely drenched me. Cursing as I get up my eyes notice a flyer falling out of the paper.

'YOUNG AND ATTRACTIVE BARMEN NEEDED'

I scan the vacancy a bit more and rummage around my desk for long enough until I find a scrap piece of paper and a biro that works. I jot down the address and head for my pile of clothes, I am too poor to own a wardrobe it seems, I manage to dig out my favourite shirt and put on an old pair of faded denim cut offs and straighten my hair. I grab my phone and the bit of paper and make my way outside.

I am still not used to my life in London yet, everything seems so faced paced and everyone knows exactly where they are going and where they need to be. I manage to find the underground and catch a tube to Soho. I just need to look like I know where I am going. I see a boy staring at me, I am taken back. He has these piercing blue eyes and a sweep of black hair that falls in front of his face, he wears a casual shirt and black skinny jeans but what really makes me smile are the pair of brightly coloured mis-matching socks. I look back at him but he is now looking at his phone. I can't take my eyes off him. My thoughts are interrupted when I hear the tube doors open.

Shit, Shit, Shit. I grab my bag and 'mind the gap' the doors scare me so much, they are lethal and could close on you at any second. I look around to see if I can find that guy but all I can see is a sea of people.

"What the hell, move." I hear I man shout as he pushes past me.

I do consider shouting fuck you, but I feel that I probably should start moving as I am causing a bloody pileup of commuters and little children holding hands with their grandma. I regain my stride and swipe my new oyster card into the machine; I walk up the steps and see the illuminated lights of Soho, holy shit it has got dark quickly.

I find the crumpled flyer from my and stare at the modern font. I think I can just go and ask at the bar or something, I have no clue how to get a job, like I should be at uni now but seriously law was draining the life out of me, they were gradually sucking out my soul.

I touch up my hair and smooth down my 'hipster' jacket and walk along the street, I look along the street trying to find the 'OHOS' Bar, I take in the surroundings, a few other modern bars line the street as well as 'Flares' a nightclub and a tattoo salon. I manage to spot the bar, you would never had guessed it was there. The modern black paint with the name scrawled in lime green writing gives away nothing, I open the heavy black door and it's like a whole new world inside.

Holy crap.

Lime green lights surround the bar and dark wood tables are dispersed around the main area of the club, there is a stage lit up in the far right corner as well as a balcony surrounding the edges of the club above me.

It takes me a moment to gather my thoughts. I see a couple of people who I assume must be barmen drying glasses and a man and a very extravently dressed woman on the stage. I walk up to the bar, feeling a little underdressed.

The guy at the bar looks up; he smiles at me and runs his fingers through his quaffed blonde hair, his green eyes crinkle.

"Can I help you?" He looks at me.

"Yes." I give a cough "I saw a vacancy in the paper, I was just wondering if you were still employing?"

He puts down the glass. "Yes, as a matter of fact we are, my name is Jude and I am I guess now your colleague, I just need to go speak to Martin over there but welcome to the team." He raises his hand and slaps my back. "I think you are going to like it here."

I perch on a bar stall while Jude goes over to speak to the man on the stage. I see his look over and give me a once over, I try and fix my hair and smooth my fringe out of my face, I give a smile but decide not to look to keen, for god's sake Daniel, pull yourself together.

Jude walks back over with what looks to be a uniform.

"Welcome to the team buddy, what is your name sorry?"

"Oh shit sorry." I cover my mouth, I can feel my cheeks burning. "Daniel, erm Dan."

"Well just go put the uniform on and you can get started right away." He gives a smile and goes back to drying up the glasses.

I walk over to what looks like a changing room when I see him walk in. It's the boy from the tube. The most handsomest guy I have ever seen, It's definitely him, his blue eyes shining under the green flickering lights.

He smiles at me and walks over.

"You the new guy?" He gives a laugh "Phil." He smiles.

"Dan." A confident smile is placed on my lips.