It’s probably better for all involved if I skip the next two years, just giving you a brief overview of my ‘career’.

The first dozen times or so, were so hard. Eventually I got into the swing of it. It became something to excel at. God got pushed to the side, I mean, ‘why would he ever want me now?’ I’d thought several times.

Eventually Mr. Black gave me a promotion. I became the evenings entertainment instead of being a hanger on, trying to find work. How it happened was Mr. Black heard me singing one evening and instantly forced me onto the large stage, usually reserved for the experienced dancers. After much urging, I began to sing. I gained so much money that night. It promoted me and money was thrown onto the stage as well.

This became my new spot. I’d wear a skimpy outfit, go on stage, sing a song while walking along the edge of the stage and have money shoved down my pants, down my bra, anywhere they could get hold of.

But one night, my performance was affected by a new visitor to the club.