012: Progress

Lara

Toward the end of the day, I'm actually getting the hang of it, which impresses everyone, including myself.

I knew before I stepped foot in the club that I wanted this badly and now, I'm actually proving that I do. By no means am I perfect, but it's the start of something, especially considering that it's my first time ever doing something like this.

"Bravo!" Medwin says while clapping his hands. I bow dramatically, unsure of what else to do apart from staring at him and thanking him for the hundredth time. All the girls in the club cheer me on and honestly, I feel comfortable here. I have support, at least, and have no complaints about the girls. It seems everyone is here for work and they have their own clients, so there’s no need for competition.

Everyone’s successful in their own way. Otherwise, Ambrose would never keep them here.

When we climb off the stage, Ambrose is there. He hands me a paper cup filled with ice-cold water and I down it gratefully. He tells me, “You