Dear Diary
Posted: 09 Apr 2013, 19:52
Dear Diary,
---It's Belle again. A new book calls for new introductions, you know.
---Work's going well. Jake had to throw some guy out again last night, and I think it was the same one who he threw out a few nights ago. Men never learn, do they? If they wanted that there are places they could go, women they could pay, even just with a drink or two and I know that there are other clubs they can get that sort of thing if they want it. The other girls keep talking about some place in the city, I don't remember the name, but the dancers there all have porn star names and it sounds like they're hookers who do it to music more than anything else. I mean, don't get me wrong, I'm not pretending that what I do is angelic or something, but it's better than that. If I could make as much money dancing differently, I'd do it straightaway, but this way pays the bills and leaves me with enough time to do other things too. Maybe I should enter one of those TV talent shows and get famous. Make some real money.
---About those...
---I still haven't figured it out, but I will. I have to. I know what I saw and I know, even if nobody else believes me, that I'm right that it was something different weird and not like the creeps who stand outside work after hours weird, but the kind you read about in books and get put in hospital for taking seriously. There's all these rumours going around, I hear them talking about it at work sometimes. Stuff about people living down in the sewers and at night there are funny sounds that come up from there, like people are fighting. Sometimes there are screams too. Maybe I need to go down there? During the day though, there aren't as many screams in the day, it must be safer. Besides, I have to work tonight.
---****. I'm going to be late. Gotta go. I'll write again soon. Maybe after I've seen what's in the sewers, if I go down there.
---It's Belle again. A new book calls for new introductions, you know.
---Work's going well. Jake had to throw some guy out again last night, and I think it was the same one who he threw out a few nights ago. Men never learn, do they? If they wanted that there are places they could go, women they could pay, even just with a drink or two and I know that there are other clubs they can get that sort of thing if they want it. The other girls keep talking about some place in the city, I don't remember the name, but the dancers there all have porn star names and it sounds like they're hookers who do it to music more than anything else. I mean, don't get me wrong, I'm not pretending that what I do is angelic or something, but it's better than that. If I could make as much money dancing differently, I'd do it straightaway, but this way pays the bills and leaves me with enough time to do other things too. Maybe I should enter one of those TV talent shows and get famous. Make some real money.
---About those...
---I still haven't figured it out, but I will. I have to. I know what I saw and I know, even if nobody else believes me, that I'm right that it was something different weird and not like the creeps who stand outside work after hours weird, but the kind you read about in books and get put in hospital for taking seriously. There's all these rumours going around, I hear them talking about it at work sometimes. Stuff about people living down in the sewers and at night there are funny sounds that come up from there, like people are fighting. Sometimes there are screams too. Maybe I need to go down there? During the day though, there aren't as many screams in the day, it must be safer. Besides, I have to work tonight.
---****. I'm going to be late. Gotta go. I'll write again soon. Maybe after I've seen what's in the sewers, if I go down there.