So I fell off stage a couple days ago. I felt the fog come on, but I couldn't get down in time. Remind me not to wear long pants! Anyway, I'm ok, but Mr. Mann, the owner of the club, said if I do that one more time, he's going to have to let me go. If I don't dance, what will I do? I'll just have to find a street corner, dance there, and start falling off curbs.
Dad says he will pay for a MRI. He says he doesn't like girlfriends who stop working. I'm not sure if I want to do that, but I don't think I have a choice. The funny thing is when it happened, and I hit the floor, I thought I was still dancing. I saw the crowd, the blank drooling stares of the audience. Of course, while drooling on the floor I saw this guy with striking long blond hair sitting in the front row. He wasn't into me as he just sat there with a blank stare. But, when my brain came back and Lexie, the girl who smells like Jo, was helping me up, the guy wasn't there.
Weird. Anyway, I'm doing research on MRI's today.
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AdventureGuy is a girl. She's young, feisty, and quite well read. She works as a stripper to pay her bills, while trying to find the meaning of life. On the rebound from getting dumped by her long-term girlfriend, she finds herself the target of an assassina...
