Dancers don't get paid much, but we do have good stories, some of them unrelated to auditioning/performing. For example, my friend R went on a date last weekend with a guy P who asked for her phone number on the street a few weeks ago. They met at Angelika Kitchen, as R is vegetarian. She didn't recognize him at first, he wasn't as cute as she remembered. An excerpt from their conversation as they waited for their table in that awkward small doorway, they had the following conversation:
R: So you're from Colorado? Do your parents still live there?
D: (In a flat monotone) Yes, but they did a really bad job raising me.
R: Yeah, you know, parents do the best they can.
D: No, but they really messed up.
R: What do you mean?
D: I'm really weird.
R: Ha ha, we're all a little weird.
She waited for him to break out of his deadpan and say just kidding, but he was serious. She knew she shouldn't ask, but she was too curious.
R: So how are you weird exactly?
D: I have a lot of health problems.
R: Oh, are you okay right now?
D: Not really. I have this problem where all the time I cough up chunks of congenital mucus
And it was downhill from there. At the end of the date, he confided that he was on a lot of (prescription) drugs, then was quite surprised when R rejected his invitation to come over.
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