“I’m kind of tired, I’m just going to bed,” I reply.
“Alright,” he says, shrugging his shoulders. I walk him to the door and he pulls me close.
“I had a good time tonight,” he says, raising his eyebrows before kissing me.
“Me too,” I say, reaching around and squeezing his great buns.
“We’ll have to do this again soon.” And off he goes.
I start to clean up the living room by throwing away the Pizza box and the beer bottles. Kara and Lexi come out of their room.
“Coast is clear?” Kara says, looking around.
“Ken left,” I answer from the kitchen.
“So, was he Close Encounter worthy?” she asks.
“Oh yeah,” I emphasize.
“He definitely is hunk worthy, he had quite the body on him,” Kara remarks.
“He is on the water polo team,” I reply.
“Oh that explains it.”
“Hey sign-ups for Song Girl tryouts are tomorrow. Are either of you thinking of trying out?” I ask Kara and Lexi.
“I thought about it but I don’t know. I don’t think I’m busty enough to fill out those sweaters they wear,” Kara jokes.
“You definitely are. Just get yourself a padded push-up bra. That’s what I’m going to do,” I say reassuringly. They do seem to look for a certain package. The girls chosen always fill out the sweater nicely and have long flowing hair. I need to lose a few pounds before tryouts.
“You should come with me and sign-up tomorrow,” I say to Kara.
“Maybe I will, looks like a lot of fun,” Kara agrees.
“I’m going to sleep. I wonder if Clarissa will be back tonight.” I ask.
“I have no idea, maybe she’s getting some herself tonight,” Kara says.
“I sure hope so. You both need to work on your Close Encounters,” I remind them.
*****
I wake up and Clarissa’s bed hasn’t been slept in. Girl got herself some! I go out into the kitchen and pour myself a bowl of cereal and sit at the dining table. Clarissa waltzes in shortly thereafter wearing last night’s dress.
“Doing the walk of shame?” I can’t resist giving her a hard time.
We both flash our souvenirs from last night’s Close Encounters and tally them up on the calendar. Kara seems a bit disgusted by us. Just wait until it happens for her, we need to get her a Close Encounter of her own. Maybe one of Ken’s roommates would be a good one for her. Then there’s Lexi, she is always on the phone with her ex…so I’ve given up on her.
THREE
DEENA
Tryouts are today, Kara and I meet on the field where they’re being held. Over a hundred girls are here and I can tell competition will be fierce. Some will be weeded out immediately for not having the right look. I can tell which ones will not make the first cut. I wore a padded push up bra today just to be on the safe side. Next they will look at your legs. Are they long, lean and proportional to your body? I know they go for looks first; talent comes second. Most of these girls were definitely cheerleaders in High School. You wouldn’t dare tryout here if you weren’t.
They break us out into groups making it even more obvious who they will be cutting. I’m confident that I will make the first cut judging by the group they placed me in. We learn a jazz dance routine that we will have to perform in front of the panel of judges. It comes pretty easy to me, I’ve had years of Jazz Dance lessons. By the end of the afternoon, after everyone has performed in front of the judges, they release us and tell us they will be posting who made the cut down to 30 finalists online later tonight.
Kara and I walk back to the apartment and we’re starved. I get a text from Ken asking if I want to come over and hang out tonight. Yeah, I bet he wants to hang out.
Ken: Do you want to come over tonight?
Deena: I’m with Kara and we’re hungry.
Ken: Bring her too, we’ll pick up food from Manny’s.
Deena: Sounds good, get us two Carne Asada Burritos extra spicy.
Ken: Will do. I’ll give you extra spicy.
Deena: Alright bad boy, see you in a few.
“Come with me over to Ken’s tonight. But let’s stop at our place first and shower,” I tell Kara and she agrees. Once we’ve showered we head up to apartment 72 and the door is open.
“Hi guys,” we call out walking in.
Ken comes up and greets me with a kiss on the lips, which takes me by surprise. Interesting.
“Kara, this is my roommate Jake Morris, Jake this is Kara,” Ken being the gentleman introduces them. We all sit around their dining table.
“What took you so long to get here?” Ken asks.
“We just came back from Song Girl tryouts and wanted to shower before we came over,” I reply.
“Song Girl tryouts?” Ken questions with smirk.
“I have always dreamed of being a Song Girl and I’m determined to do whatever it takes,” I say with my head held high.
“Good for you girl,” Ken says, nodding his head.
“You too, Kara?” Jake asks Kara.