It's 12 am in this reached bar, the smell of cigars and cigarettes is in the air, and the men are always either creeps, drunkards, or damn ancient. I hate this place, yet I always end up here, singing for men as they fantasizing about me, for what to just give my family half of what I make.
Missy, your act is coming up." my coworker Jessie says, she always about that damn schedule. "Missy did you hear me." she barked out as I look at her through the mirror. "now you know I don't give a drunkard ass about your damn schedule when I'm ready, then I'm ready," I said to her knowing she was gonna start a whole lecture. "that's why you can't seem to make any more money missy, now hurry up." she orders as she walks off.
My name is Melissa, Melissa Rudd. But everyone calls me Missy, maybe because of my attitude, that's what my mother always called me, "now you better watch that tone missy."She always was nagging but caring, I miss her. I'm the youngest in my family, the baby that needed to be protected. but it's time for this baby to grow up.
"Next to the stage, you know her, she the one and only MISSY RUDD.," the announcer says, his tone irritating to any ear, the men rowdy then ever but it always gets quite when I start singing, oh and let's not forget my families business, let's say only a selected few can really join if you catch my drift. This is my story, the story of how I became famous.
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After Midnight
General FictionA jazz babe that brings clean money to her family business, she falls in love with an Italian soccer player, saying their relationship is complicated would be undermining.
