Chapter 12

The next day, we got to Hollywood. I don't remember the time we got there, cause once we got in, all else faded away. The lights! The glitz! The glamour! Eddie even found the sunset strip!
It was all he had hoped for. Clubs and partying, perfect for a sax player!
As for me, I found the perfect place. A talent agency!
I strolled in, wearing a different sparkly skirt (pulled as high up as possible), another one of my extreme cleavage showing undershirts, and heels. I was carrying my tap shoes in my left hand and a record player in the right. Too bad the receptionist was a girl.
"Do you have an appointment miss?" she said scanning me over.
"No. I guess I was hoping to make one. I want to see the best talent agent here!"
She rolled her eyes. "Don't you all. Have a seat over there and fill out these forms."
She handed me a huge stack of papers and pointed to a little sitting room that looked no different then your local clinic's waiting room. The only difference was there were no kid's toys in the corner.
There were three other girls. One had on a long black dress and was quietly singing a song, practicing. The other two seemed to be together. They were in matching white dresses that went just above their knees and tied up around their necks. Very Marilyn Monroe.
I finished the forms in 40 minutes flat. Then I waited my turn patiently. When it finally came, it was 4:00pm. I had gotten there at 11:00am.
I walked into the room the receptionist directed me to. It was huge and red with leather chairs and a big glass desk.
Then all of a sudden, a man showed up, seemingly out of nowhere. I was probably just distracted when he came in, but it seemed so magical! Like the magic of Hollywood!
"So, based on these forms and shoes in your hand, you're a tap dancer."
"Yes. Yes I am" I was using the same slutty voice I used on the burger guy. It got no impression.
"Alright. Do you have a number prepared?"
"Ummm, yes." I put on my shoes and played the record.
I tapped my heart out. I tried my hardest. I used all I learned in those four months in college. I thought I did well. But...
"I've seen better." the man said.
"Geez, not even my boobs bouncing around could impress that old fart." I thought to myself.
Only my thought came out. Only after I said it had I noticed it was spoken.
"I'm sorry sweetheart, but this 'old fart' happens to be gay and couldn't care less about your flailing breasts while looking for real talent. In fact, I was hoping more from you as we see so few tap dancers anymore. But as soon as I saw your outfit, I knew you were only hoping to sleep your way to the top. Come back when you'll take yourself seriously."
"Whatever. I can do this without you!" I stormed out, still in my tap shoes, heels in one hand, and record player in the other. Just as I had walked in. Only with less hope.