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then you will know that I am not crazy, yes crazy like a fox is crazy…” he took a breath, “yes…when they surround you in your white pants country club, drinking your drinks and playing pool and ping-pong, the end will fall on you like graffiti from the spray can. It will!” He stopped to wipe the spit from his beard.
    Sighing with relief when she saw they were pulling into her station, she jumped up and moved to the door as it slowed to a stop. Two steps out of the car and moving toward the stairs, she could hear the tirade continue behind her as the doors slid shut.
    She exited the station at street level and she closed her eyes and tilted her head skyward letting the brightly shining sun warm her face. It was a great day to be alive, and she was planning to enjoy the rest of it just as soon as she got these other two interviews out of the way.
    The Players Lounge had advertised for an assistant bartender, but had not set any particular time to come in for an interview. She had decided to simply drop in and see if she could talk to the manager. Since it was late morning, they might be cleaning and getting the bar stocked for later. It could be a good time to get a face-to-face.
    As she glanced at the crumpled paper in her hand and walked toward the address she had written there, she began to notice that the neighborhood looked a little dicey. Not really ghetto, but more of an industrial-type area. There really weren’t a lot of shops after the first block from the station. After passing a couple of boarded up store fronts covered with graffiti, she saw the relatively new neon sign for the Players Lounge.
    It seemed like a nice enough building and it was larger than she expected for this part of town. Obviously the clientele came from the warehouse and manufacturing district surrounding the place. That could be a good thing with regular customers who would tip well, if they were treated right.
    There were a few cars in the parking lot and a couple of black SUV’s with gold wheels. There was no doubt that folks had money here, but just what kind of money? Maybe this club was one of those dives where celebrity rappers hung out. If that were the case this could be a really good job, and her spirits lifted at that.
    She walked up and opened the red door. It looked like a nice place so far, with its plush red carpet and a very well stocked bar. Softly curved sofas lined the border of the room behind black enameled tables situated to face a small dance floor directly in the center. The lights in the main area were dimmed and she could see that it would be an interesting place to work to say the least… that is if she actually got the job.
    There appeared to be several adjoining rooms off the main area. She assumed they might be V.I.P. or private rooms. If that were true, big money could be made taking care of the clientele in those rooms if a girl could get that assignment. But then, she thought, what would taking care of those customers involve? She tried to push those thoughts out of her mind. “That would be so gross!” she said softly, but she quickly regained composure and turned her negatives into positives. “Focus, Positive, Focus,” she repeated to herself quietly.
    From one of the other rooms, she could hear voices, occasionally loud, perhaps angry or upset. Maybe someone was getting written up, or fired? Emily considered whether she should just head back out and forget about interviewing here for today. Since she really needed to consider what to do about the video work for the documentary, she quelled the urge to go and mustered up her courage.
    Guessing that the only other people in the place were employees and maybe one of the managers, she figured she should follow the sound of the voices to find someone to talk to. As she stepped through the doorway, she expected to see a few people at most. “Excuse me…” was all she could manage to say before suddenly becoming aware of what was actually