
"Silently she prayed that her career in Las Vegas would help her get to Hollywood."
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--::username::--
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WajaGirl
--::name::--
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Vegas
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Female
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--::story::--
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The spotlight shone brightly down on Vegas, making her fur glitter. She was draped in large feathers that made her look somewhat like a flamingo, but she didn't mind carrying the extra weight. It would be well-worth her stardom. Music blasted out of the speakers overhead, and step-by-step Vegas padded out onto the platform. Raising the microphone to her mouth, she started to sing.
"A red geranium or chrysanthemum
can even make a bum look swell
If you long to be kissed
and the girl should resist
Then I must insist
that you wear a boutonniere."
The words slipped through her lips slowly, the music picking up as she hit the last note. Giggling, she nodded to the girls behind her.
"I've got ninety thousand pounds in my pajamas,
I've got forty thousand french francs in my fridge.
I've got lost of lovely lire,
Now the Deutschemark's getting dearer,
And my dollar bills would buy the Brooklyn Bridge.
There is nothing quite as wonderful as money,
There is nothing quite as beautiful as cash.
For it's money money money makes the world go round.
Oh yes, it's all about the checks!"
Vegas could hear the girls behind her singing the background notes perfectly in time to the music as she strutted off the stage, waving to the crowd as they threw roses and dollar bills at her. Catching a bright red rose, she dashed behind the curtain before the next round of girls went on to do their part of the show. Slipping into her dressing room, she took out the pins that held her hair up in a tight bun. Taking off her showgirl outfit, she slipped on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. She only had ten minutes for dinner before her next show started. Darting out of her room she grabbed a coat, putting it on as she ran down the bumpy sidewalk. Running into the restaurant, she went up to the pick-up line, grabbing a small plate with only a few slices of bread on it. As a showgirl she couldn't eat much, she had to stay skinny. But it was worth it.
As she ran back out of the building, she stopped, glancing up at the stars. Silently she prayed that her career in Las Vegas would help her get to Hollywood.
Running back to the theater, she made it back just in time.
--::art::--
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I don't know if it's okay to provide a little explanation for our art.. but since Vegas is a showgirl, I couldn't draw art of her in a skimpy little outfit dancing to get money. So instead I drew a different side of her, one with strong emotions. Sure, she loves strutting her stuff on stage, but you might not always see the other side of her that dreams bigger than you could imagine. She really loves preforming for other jelly bean dragons, and has a dream of becoming famous in Hollywood. But for now she's perfectly fine with her job, even if it involves showing a little bit more than normal to get payed extra.