LA.
The city of dreams, the place everyone wants to be, the place everyone goes to when they want to chase there dreams and make them reality. I was once one of those people, coming to LA with a suitcase and a guitar on my back, wanting my dreams to stop being dreams. But then again, as my auntie always said, 'dreams can come true, just remember that your nightmares are dreams too'. I always wanted my name to be know. Kandy Wild, biggest female rock star of the all, but no. Everything went downhill for me from the second I set foot in LA. I became homeless, and had no money. I ended up busking, but not earning anything that I needed. I would probably of starved if it wasn't for Goldie. Goldie was the owner of the Venus gentlemen's club, and she took me in off the street, gave me a bed to sleep in on the first floor, and a job. I was the waitress at the strip club, not the dream job, but I could work with it, any job is better than any job.

I looked in the mirror at my outfit that I told I needed to serve in. Well I said outfit, two small pieces of leather. I sighed, and put it on, along with the fishnets that I was given and sighed, rubbing my stomach that was now on show. I let my hair fall down my back natural, and put on some thick black eyeliner, and massive heels. My eyeliner, heels, and outfit was more of a disguise, to hide my face from the fact that I worked in the strip club instead of rocking the stage in a leather jacket and skinny jeans. I sighed, and I saw Goldie In the mirror, looking at me. "You okay sweetie?" She asked, putting a hand on my shoulder. "I'm fine I think, just hoping that old beggar isn't here from last night."
"Well If he is you know what to do."
"Hit him in the face."
"Exactly sweetheart. Your a tough young lady, and you wont be here forever, I promise you that." she said, rubbing my back, and I sighed, giving her a weak smile. "Well then, best get started." I said, standing up, and walking to the bar, standing behind it as the first load of young horny men walked in.

I sighed as I walked over to a group of young men, a tray balanced in one hand. "Here are your drinks." I said, placing them on the table. One of the men smiled at me, and threw money onto my tray. "Anything else for me sweet cheeks?" He asked, squeezing my ass. I stared at him, and shook my head, walking backwards until I was out of reach. I looked up the at dancer, and she gave me a sympathetic look. I sighed, and walked over to the bar as quickly as I could. That was the thing. It was sort of worse being a waitress here, because you were the ones that the men could access, not the dancers. It wasn't the first time I had been touched like that by a stranger, but I was getting used to having to just walk away and not high fiver their face with my fist. I was asked a few more orders before I walked away, and sat beside Goldie who was sitting at the bar, and passed the bar tender the order. She smiled at me, and I smiled back.

"Your doing as good as usual sweetheart."
"Well I'd say men are pigs, but that's be unfair to pigs." I said, and she laughed, taking another sip of her martini. "Well sweetie, that's what men are. I've given up trying to make them respectable, but if you ever do find a man who is respectable, keep his close to you."
"I will, don't you worry about that." I said, getting up off the chair as the bartender passed me the tray of drinks. "Good luck sweetie, stay strong." she said, and I nodded as I walked off to serve more men with drinks. I looked up at my friend Sherrie, and she smiled at me as she twirled around the pole, holding on by her legs. I sighed. That's the thing about strip clubs. No one ever sets out to be a stripper, they end up being one. There's a difference. Men come in here for a quick look at half naked women, and to feed their horny appetites. But none of the women want to be here, it's a room full of broken souls and crushed dreams, taken advantage of by men. It's the other side to the strip clubs that no one ever see's. It's the girls backstage who cry themselves to sleep most nights, it's the women who were kicked out by their parents, and had no money or home to go to, it's the women who came here with dreams, and had them crushed right before their eyes. Everyone in here has dream, and they never got there, and ended up working the pole for their own survival. It's not fair, but then again it's life, and it's not going to stop.

I smiled as I saw Goldie rush the last people out the club, and all the main lights switch on. Sarah hopped off the pole, and walked towards me smiling. "Well done sweetie, I could see how much you wanted to punch that guy in the face."
"I resisted it well enough."
"Well done sweetie." she said, hugging me. I was moaning about my outfit, it was more than the dancers had to wear, all they had was a bra, heels, fishnets and two strings and a label. "Now come on girls, work meeting!" Goldie called, standing up on one of the podiums. "Tomorrow and for then next two weeks the festival warped tour will be here in LA..." She said, and everyone groaned. Warped tour meant horny rock stars covered in leather coming in and staying all night, every night, and would grab anyone they could see or reach, which is bad news for me. "Now now, I know what it'll be like, but security will be here so nothing bad will happen. So we all need to be on our best behaviour, and no lashing out at anyone." She said, looking at me. I sighed, and gave her a small nod. Out of everyone here I was the one who was most likely to punch someone if they touched me, although I had been getting better since the last incident.

We finished the meeting, and ran backstage. I sat down in front of the mirror I shared with Sarah, and sighed, looking at myself. I looked like a washed up stripped that should be found on the street corner working her stuff. "You'll be okay you know sweetie, you just need to give it time." Sarah said, and I looked at her sighing. "When? When will it get better? I'm sick of getting touched by men, I'm sick of watching the lights dim and you and the others getting on their poles. Is there nothing out there for me but this?" I said, putting my head on the desk." She sighed, and rubbed my back. "Well all think this from time to time, but I promise you your talent will no go to waste, someone will find you, soon."
"I sure hope so." I said, and she smiled, going into the other room to get dressed into her normal jeans and tee-shirt. I looked in the mirror at the ruined 21 year old looking back at me. I sighed, and covered the mirror with a piece of cloth before changing into m pair of skinny jeans and Motley Crue tee-shirt that I had. I grabbed my bag, and walked out the room, and up the long flight of stairs to my small little flat Goldie rents to me.

I put the key in the lock, and opened it, walking in and switching on the light. I threw my bag onto the side, and kicked my shoes off sitting on the sofa, and switching on the TV. It went straight to kerrang. They were covering Warped tour, and I sighed and they started another interview. "And next we are going to interview Andy and Ashley from Black Veil Brides." The interviewer said, and walked over to two men in leather, covered in tattoo's and had jet black hair. I sighed, looking at the one who was an apparent playboy with outlaw tattooed on his stomach, and the other with piercing blue eyes. I sighed, knowing that I might see them in the next two weeks. I swear if the playboy one 'Ashley' so much as went to touch me the only thing he'd be touching would be my fist down his throat. I sighed, focusing on the tall one with the blue eyes, Andy I think. He was talking about his music and fans like he cared, like he was going to stay home instead of hire I slut. I sighed, knowing that all rock stars are the same. none are different, are they?

Notes

Long chapter I know, but had a lot to fit into the first one so that . Leave me a comment below, and I'll give you a shout out, would love to know what you think of the first chapter. :)

Here is Kandy's Outfit- http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=94473328