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Posted on March 29, 2012 by Lynne Brooke
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STRIPPED: A Tony Ward Studio Exclusive Blog Series – Part 4
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……….Two songs seemed like a lot but I was already a pro after my last audition. I felt at ease knowing the girls weren’t all watching and hoping I’d fall of stage. I went through the routine with much less anxiety compared to my first audition. I felt comfortable and confident. After introducing myself to the bar patrons, I received an abundant amount of positive feedback – along with about 23 dollars in ones. I got dressed and headed to the back and filled out yet another application: although I really started wondering what kind of background you really needed to get hired other than being able to dance and have a social security number.
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I was hired on the spot and was told to call the next day to go over my schedule. I left feeling excited and energized. I found my new home and Brooke Lynne was born. All I needed to do now was figure exactly what a “G-string” was and get one in every color!
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To Be Continued……
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Posted on March 14, 2012 by Brooke Lynne
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STRIPPED: A Tony Ward Studio Exclusive Blog Series – Part 3
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……….Even though I had modeled nude and been a featured dancer at clubs when I was younger – I never danced at a specific club as an ongoing occupation. I called my best friend who was a dancer a few years ago and worked at several clubs in Philadelphia to help me prepare, and came along during shifts to offer support. My goal here is not to bash any other clubs although of course I think Risque is the best. That’s why I chose it. Different strokes for different folks.
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My first audition was at a go go bar with a couch room. The girls didn’t perform topless on stage and it was brightly lit for a strip club. The girls didn’t really strip. They kind of just danced in their underwear next to the poles. Immediately I was disappointed. The driving force behind this endeavor was my breast needed to be seen! I went to the dressing room to get changed and felt like I had walked into a rival team’s locker room after winning a game. I was perky, excited and introducing myself and they were cold, irritated, and unwelcoming. It was clear my upbeat positive attitude wasn’t appreciated. After a very unhelpful introduction with the DJ and a series of confusing instructions – I prepared for my “moment to shine”. I was asked to dance to one song, leave the stage, change, and go to the office.
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I went on stage with a pit in my stomach. What was I doing? I reached the pole and looked across the bar at the wall to wall mirror and saw myself: bra, panties, and heels. I felt a sense of power and calm come over me. I went through my routine and became more fluid and relaxed as the song continued. What a rush. Then it was over. I rushed off stage as fast as possible because I had no idea what to do next. I proceeded to the office where I was asked to fill out an application with job history and references. The manager took a Polaroid of me and asked when I could start. I said soon, but what I really meant was after I auditioned someplace else. It was definitely a great place to loosen up, but there was no way I could work with girls that didn’t smile. Plus my breasts hated wearing a bra.
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To Be Continued……….