Dance of Life

'Cut', yelled the choreographer, she winced at what she knew was about to come.... an avalanche of abuse and admonition from the choreographer... once upon a time, she was the most dependable of the 'extra artists', the one who would not take a step wrong.... she knew she still was getting it right, but things were different after she had strongly resisted the choreographer's advances..
he hadpromised her a prominent role in the movie he was about to make... but like she told him, if she had wanted that route to stardom, she would have done it long ago, instead of slogging out as an extra...a long time ago, she had come to this city of dreams to make it big in bollywood, along with her friend...
but somewhere, she had missed the bus to stardom, so had her friend..and though she had become an extra, her friend had stated that she would go to a studio only as a star... and to make ends meet, she was now dancing at one of the big dance bars..
these days, she felt envious of her friend... her friend danced in front of a crowd, who were extremely appreciative of her performances,maybe bordering on being lewd, but unlike choreographers and producers, kept their hands to themselves.. and literally showered money on her..
she wondered who was better off -she or her friend.. while her friend danced in skimpy clothes in front of a crowd, that was at most a few dozens of people, she danced in skimpy clothes (albeit in the background)in screens that were viewed by millions of people..
she decided that she would talk to her friend today, about getting work for her also in the place she worked in.. she didnt think it would be a problem, the dance bars always needed more girls..and so, she gave it right back to the choreographer, abused him, and spilled out his antics to everyone in hearing distance... when she was sure that he had lost tremendous face in front of everyone, she slapped him, a parting gift, she told him...
back in the room, she waited for her friend to return, it would be morning, but she decided to wait up... as soon as her friend walked in, she told her friend that she needed a job...
"so do i", said her friend...
"what do you mean?", she asked, with a sick feeling..
"haven't you read the papers? they are planning to close all the dance bars. i was hoping you could speak to your choreographer.."
until next time, sometimes getting the steps right aint enough..