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Twelve

'So I can't even drink on Canal Street anymore,' I said, close to tears. I spent most of my life there. It was where I saw all my friends. I'd been cast out and I had no idea why. Angel and I had taken a walk into Manchester City Centre to get a drink at one of the 'straight bars' instead.

'Well I guess there's no point in taking your CV around then.'

'I guess not.'

'So what are you going to do?'

'I don't know.'

'It looks like you'll have to apply got jobs in town instead.'

'I can't. I don't want to do bar work if it's not on Canal Street.'

'But you've got to pay you're rent. You've got to eat. You need a job.'

'Then maybe it's time I looked for a change of career.'

'What would you do instead?'

I took a sip if wine and thought about it.

'I've always fancied being a dancer,' I said.

'Like the guys who dance in the podiums in clubs?'

'Yeah.'

'But if you can't get work in the bars, I doubt the clubs would hire you either.'

'True. I just don't know what else I'd do.'

'What other talents do you have?' he asked.

'I'm good at flirting with guys and getting drinks bought for me.'

'Not helpful. What else?'

'Dressing in crop tops and using my body to get what I want.'

'You're not thinking about this in the right way. These are the things you've done up till now. What are hidden talents?'

My hidden talents?! I had no idea. They were obviously so well hidden that I didn't know what they were myself.

'Can you sing? he asked.

'Not really.'

'Can you write, or are you good at maths?'

'That all sounds so boring.'

'Well you'll have to think of something soon, otherwise you'll have to go home to your parents.'

'Never,' I said.

Hidden talents? What were my hidden talents?