I sent my favourite pictures off with the application. All that was left to do was wait. Days turned into weeks and still nothing. I was running out of money and my rent was soon due. I lost hope with every passing hour and saw myself returning to the tiny town I'd struggled so hard to get away from.
Then one Wednesday afternoon, I received an email asking me to go down to their office. I screamed at the top of my voice. I hadn't got the job yet, but they must have liked what they'd seen to take my application further. They wanted me to do a live solo audition.
I phoned Angel who screamed even louder than I had.
'This is it,' he said. 'This is your big chance.'
I knew he didn't mean to, but his words added a lot of pressure. This wasn't just a job interview. This was the difference between my life taking off, and my life as I knew it ending. I had to make sure I did this right. But I knew what a live audition meant. What if I got into the office and I had the same issues I had when Angel was taking the photos. If I couldn't get it up, then it was all over.
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General FictionMilo is living his best life. He works at a bar in Manchester's gay village. He spends his evenings at work chatting to hot guys and having drinks bought for him. He's his boss's favourite, so can get away with anything and is given all the best shi...
