Fucking with the Stars

Being on a daytime soap wasn’t the most glamorous job in the Hollywood, but if you played your hands right it could be one of the most beneficial. Some managed to last for decades which meant work and in the city of angels that was a very good thing to have. It also built up a steady fanbase and if you played your cards right, you might be able to make some decent money off of it too.

That being said, I had no desire to stay on the soap my entire life, I had ambitions after all. I started on the show when I was twenty-one; now at twenty-eight I felt it might be time to see if I could stretch my borders. And what better way to get my face out there than a show like Dancing with the Stars?

At least that was the probably-flawed-logic of my agent. It was true that a handful of soap stars had been on it; and despite thinking of it as being a show for has beens recently celebrities who are actually relevant have been on the show. Personally I thought I should be doing auditions but hey, this seemed like a fun opportunity and if nothing else I could get lucky with some of the dancers.

Having seen them, that alone seemed like a good enough reason.

A couple weeks or so before the show I received news on who I would be pairing with. Considering all the attractive professional dancers on the show I had nothing but high hopes for who’d I’d be spending severe alone time with...