Categories > Celebrities > My Chemical Romance > Inside an Institution
December 15th, 2003
Two days. Two fucking days since my dumbass self attempted to fuck Gerard...again. In a way, I am glad it happened because at least now I know to move on. He obviously has no feelings towards me. He is probably afraid I'm into that weird shit now, just coming home from a mental hospital and all. But, anyway back to the point. I have a job interview this evening at 6. It isn't the best job and I am pretty sure once everyone finds out, they will disown me but, it's all I could find at the moment.
I guess I should just say it. I have an interview at a club, as a "dancer" aka stripper but, I prefer to call it dancer. I get minimum wage plus half my "tips". I know this makes me sound slutty but, I need to make money too. I have to move away from here somehow.
I glanced at the clock.
"4:45", I said quietly to myself.
I got up and aimlessly walked out of my room and out the back door.
"Boo!", someone yelled wrapping their arms around my waist.
"Holy fuck!", without thinking I elbowed the unknown person in their 'region'
"Shit, Vi! It's just me", Frank gasped.
"Oh my god, Frankie I am so sorry! Are you okay?"
"Well, I'm probably not gonna have kids now, thanks!"
"You shouldn't sneak up on a legally insane person!", I huffed and walked back into the house and plopped down on the living room sofa. "What are you doing home anyway?"
"Well, Mom said you had a job interview so I offered to take you."
"Frank you didn't have to, I can walk its just a few miles" This is bad, this is bad, this is TERRIBLY bad.
"Nonsense. I am taking you. End of discussion."
I was so nervous. We finally got to the club, at which I had convinced him to just drop me off. I walked into the club and immediately spotted the person who was to be interviewing me.
"Hi, I'm Violet..", She cut me off.
"Hello Miss V, if you get hired that will be your stage name. The basis of this interview is to see how well the audience likes you. You're on in 5 mins. You're outfit is in here" she said pointing to a small room."As well as makeup"
And here I am, wearing nothing but a vest, and lace lingerie. The multicolored lights flickered on and my music started.
A man spoke over the music, "And our newest act is now making her debut, please welcome Miss V"
I let myself go, forgetting about all the people and focusing on my body language. By the end of my set I had made over 300 dollars in tips. I really hope I get this job. I am setting my expectations very low at this point.
I walked backstage and was approached by the owner of the club, I now know her as Liz.
"That was fantastic! I have never seen the audience react so well to a new act! You are definitely hired. Start tomorrow night, be here at 8" and she disappeared.
I used the bar phone to call Frank to pick me up. Or at least I tried, no answer. In fact, no one was answering I had no choice but to call Gerard. Wonderful.
The phone rang several times before he finally answered:
"Hello?"
"Yeah, Gerard sorry to bother you but it seems as though my ride home has skipped out on me"
"Where are you?"
"Club Vine. I will meet you outside"
He pulled up and I knew the questions were coming. I could tell just by looking at his face.
"What are you doing here?"
"Job interview."
"Ok..."
"I'm not stripping Gerard, I am working in the back."
"Meaning?"
"I help organize the clothing for the dancers."
"If you say so.", He can see right through me.
"Ok, If I tell you, you have to keep it between us"
"Deal. So, you are stripping?"
"No, dick, I am a dancer."
"So you keep your clothes on then?"
"Well... yeah... I mean its"
"I knew it!", He laughed, "My little Violet is all grown up, stripping for money."
"Shut the fuck up, not all of us are as talented as you dick!"
"Sugar, calm down. You know I am only teasing."
"Like you had to speak to do that", I mumbled to myself. Or so I thought.
"What was that, violet? You're mumbling." he smirked.
"Oh nothing" I smiled innocently.
"Sooo..", he started, "I wanna go watch you dance sometime"
"Hell no"
Neither of us spoke after that, I just hoped he would keep this secret. I am pretty sure Frank would kill me. We pulled up to the house and I got out without even saying a goodbye. Truth be told, I wanted to drag him into my bed but, I can't. He doesn't want me anymore. I'm just a sorry little slut in his eyes now.
Two days. Two fucking days since my dumbass self attempted to fuck Gerard...again. In a way, I am glad it happened because at least now I know to move on. He obviously has no feelings towards me. He is probably afraid I'm into that weird shit now, just coming home from a mental hospital and all. But, anyway back to the point. I have a job interview this evening at 6. It isn't the best job and I am pretty sure once everyone finds out, they will disown me but, it's all I could find at the moment.
I guess I should just say it. I have an interview at a club, as a "dancer" aka stripper but, I prefer to call it dancer. I get minimum wage plus half my "tips". I know this makes me sound slutty but, I need to make money too. I have to move away from here somehow.
I glanced at the clock.
"4:45", I said quietly to myself.
I got up and aimlessly walked out of my room and out the back door.
"Boo!", someone yelled wrapping their arms around my waist.
"Holy fuck!", without thinking I elbowed the unknown person in their 'region'
"Shit, Vi! It's just me", Frank gasped.
"Oh my god, Frankie I am so sorry! Are you okay?"
"Well, I'm probably not gonna have kids now, thanks!"
"You shouldn't sneak up on a legally insane person!", I huffed and walked back into the house and plopped down on the living room sofa. "What are you doing home anyway?"
"Well, Mom said you had a job interview so I offered to take you."
"Frank you didn't have to, I can walk its just a few miles" This is bad, this is bad, this is TERRIBLY bad.
"Nonsense. I am taking you. End of discussion."
I was so nervous. We finally got to the club, at which I had convinced him to just drop me off. I walked into the club and immediately spotted the person who was to be interviewing me.
"Hi, I'm Violet..", She cut me off.
"Hello Miss V, if you get hired that will be your stage name. The basis of this interview is to see how well the audience likes you. You're on in 5 mins. You're outfit is in here" she said pointing to a small room."As well as makeup"
And here I am, wearing nothing but a vest, and lace lingerie. The multicolored lights flickered on and my music started.
A man spoke over the music, "And our newest act is now making her debut, please welcome Miss V"
I let myself go, forgetting about all the people and focusing on my body language. By the end of my set I had made over 300 dollars in tips. I really hope I get this job. I am setting my expectations very low at this point.
I walked backstage and was approached by the owner of the club, I now know her as Liz.
"That was fantastic! I have never seen the audience react so well to a new act! You are definitely hired. Start tomorrow night, be here at 8" and she disappeared.
I used the bar phone to call Frank to pick me up. Or at least I tried, no answer. In fact, no one was answering I had no choice but to call Gerard. Wonderful.
The phone rang several times before he finally answered:
"Hello?"
"Yeah, Gerard sorry to bother you but it seems as though my ride home has skipped out on me"
"Where are you?"
"Club Vine. I will meet you outside"
He pulled up and I knew the questions were coming. I could tell just by looking at his face.
"What are you doing here?"
"Job interview."
"Ok..."
"I'm not stripping Gerard, I am working in the back."
"Meaning?"
"I help organize the clothing for the dancers."
"If you say so.", He can see right through me.
"Ok, If I tell you, you have to keep it between us"
"Deal. So, you are stripping?"
"No, dick, I am a dancer."
"So you keep your clothes on then?"
"Well... yeah... I mean its"
"I knew it!", He laughed, "My little Violet is all grown up, stripping for money."
"Shut the fuck up, not all of us are as talented as you dick!"
"Sugar, calm down. You know I am only teasing."
"Like you had to speak to do that", I mumbled to myself. Or so I thought.
"What was that, violet? You're mumbling." he smirked.
"Oh nothing" I smiled innocently.
"Sooo..", he started, "I wanna go watch you dance sometime"
"Hell no"
Neither of us spoke after that, I just hoped he would keep this secret. I am pretty sure Frank would kill me. We pulled up to the house and I got out without even saying a goodbye. Truth be told, I wanted to drag him into my bed but, I can't. He doesn't want me anymore. I'm just a sorry little slut in his eyes now.
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