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“This way,” he said, and I followed him down a dark corridor to a small room. He took a seat on a leather chair and patted the seat next to it. “You can sit next to me.”

“Um. Okay. Thanks.” I looked around the dingy room. It smelled of stale beer and peanuts. “Do you have the forms I need to fill out?”

“The forms?” He shook his head. “I figured we’d do a little bit of an audition.”

“An audition?” I had no idea what he was talking about.

“Yeah. Make sure that you’re the right woman for the job.”

“Okay.”

“You could start tonight?”

“I could.” I nodded eagerly. “What’s the pay, by the way?”

“The pay? Tips.”

“Tips plus minimum wage?”

“No, just tips.”

“Okay.” I guess I’d see how much I’d make in tips. “How much do the bartenders usually make?”

“The bartenders?” He looked at me. “The bartenders make about $50 a night, I’d say. You’ll almost certainly make more with your job.”

“Oh, okay.” Perhaps he meant because I was a woman?

He got up and pressed a button. Music blasted through the speakers.

“This here is one of my favorites,” he said, as heavy metal poured into the room.

“Okay,” I said, trying not to wince. The music was way too loud.

“You think you could dance to this?”

“Um, not really.” I shook my head.

He frowned slightly. “I guess this would be a hard one.”

“Yeah, I guess.”

“So, what sort of music do you like?”

“I mean, I have an eclectic taste in music, you know. I was listening to Shania Twain and Carrie Underwood on the way here.”

“Carry Underwood? That blonde chick?”

“Yeah.”

“I prefer me Dolly Parton.”

“Um. Okay. I like Dolly Parton, too. She seems really lovely. I was watching this documentary and—”

“Lady, I’m not hiring you to hear about documentaries you watch. I’m hiring you to—” He paused as his phone started ringing. He held up his hand. “This is Jimmy. What’s up? Hey there, Bird. What you doing? Um. Yeah, I got time.” He looked at me for a few seconds. “Hold on. So, you’ll be back here around nine and you’ll start tonight. Okay?”

“So I don’t need to show you how I make cocktails or audition for the—”

“It’s fine. Go. I’ll see you at nine. Just make sure you wear the right clothes.”

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