Kind

It's early in the morning as I thought I did not have anything to do but to take a rest because I have had just worked yesterday as a dancer. Still, I felt so tired and I gussed I could not take to work during day and night times. Yesterday, I could say that I had a very awkward moment as I did my job. Just imagine a wife wearing an exposed dress swaying her hips in front of a man who happened to be not only her solid customer but also her great and handsome husband.

My manager kept talking about professionalism and every dancer in her club knew the essence of that word.

I looked at my phone again, registering what I had seen seconds ago, confirming something. And I was right; the message was for me since I could see my name being placed before the content.

I did not mind anymore the one who texted me, because what's important was the message he/she texted me. I sighed again. Who the fuck made the idea of me joining in a reality show and for God's sake it was li