A Gurochan premiere ;) I will be adding chapters of this through the evening then the final chapter before I go to bed :D

This story was inspired by an unfinished masterpiece by SadisticPleasures :D

Samantha's Big Chance
By
Edward Hyde

“You know, there is such a thing as over-rehearsing!” Samantha’s mum chuckled, walking into the living room to find her eleven year old daughter running through her two minute dance routine in her birthday suit. “I’m sure you’ve got it memorised by now!”

“I know!” Samantha smiled, a little embarrassed as the short assigned piece of music came to an end. “It’s just such a big deal and I want to be perfect!”

“You will.” Her mum put her arms around her and hugged her warmly. “You’re going to be brilliant, I just know it! Have you practised the group routine too?”

“Yeah,” the athletic young girl nodded, “it’s just harder to know how it’s going to be with the other girls.”

“I think that’s the point.” Her mum released her hug and started hunting around for the phone charger she’d come into the living room to find. “They want to see how you can fit in with a group that may be of mixed ability. You’ll do just fine, honey.” She smiled at her naked daughter. “I know you will!”

“Dad is coming too, right?” Samantha asked, taking a fresh wipe from the packet on the coffee table to wipe her glowing face. She had been dancing almost non-stop for over an hour and felt like she really needed a shower. “This is really important to me!”

“Of course he’ll be there.” her mum assured her, putting the charger in her pocket. “He’s got the okay from work to leave early and I know he wouldn’t miss it for the world!” Samantha beamed happily, a warm feeling in her nicely toned tummy.

“I hear quite a lot of dads do go to these auditions!” she giggled. “Seems popular with them!”

“Hmm...” her mum cupped her chin and tapped her lips as if deep in thought. “I wonder why that could be?” They both laughed together for a few moments. “Now please,” she smiled but with a firm edge in her voice that made it clear she was telling rather than asking, “go get a shower and relax for an hour or so before its time to go. You don’t want to wear yourself out before we even get there!” Somewhat grudgingly, Samantha picked up her face-towel and went upstairs.

In the shower, she played both routines over and over in her head, even if there was not room in the little booth to actually perform it. Everything had to be perfect, she knew that, but she also knew that her mum was right and that she was as prepared as she could be. Still, she could not help being nervous – this was her big chance, after all! The “break” that could define the rest of her life!

Laying on her bed with the TV on, trying to relax and not to focus on the afternoon’s audition, Samantha’s mind wandered back to the day she got the email saying that her video application had been accepted and that she was invited to the live audition. It had been lunch time, the only time during the school day that pupils were allowed to look at their phones and she had been sat at a time with Mandy, Claire, Laura and Kylie.

“What is it?” Laura had asked, not sure whether the look on Samantha’s face as she read her email were one of delight or horror. “Bad news?”

“Not at all!” Samantha had assured her. “I got an audition to be on the dance team for the new Sidney’s they’re opening in a few weeks!”

“Sidney’s?” Kylie had looked shocked. “Isn’t that where they… you know, cook girls?”

“That’s right!” Samantha had grinned. “The fifth one in the country and it’s not even two years since the first one opened!”

The American chain Sidney’s Family Restaurant, owned by billionaire Orin Roebuck and named for his daughter who had campaigned for the right to be slaughtered for her meat and eaten, leading to changes in the law first in the US then, over the next few years, in the rest of the world, had been a greater success than anyone dared to hope in the UK since the opening of the first branch in the city of Birmingham. It had quickly been followed by three more and now one was set to open in the girls’ own city.

Having a resident dance team to perform at the weekends for the dining patrons was an innovation of the Birmingham branch which had been adopted by all the subsequent branches and the new one in Samantha’s home town was no exception.

“So you’re gonna get cooked?” Mandy had asked incredulously.

“No dumbo!” Samantha had laughed. “They have loads of girls for entertainment who aren’t on the menu! How did that reporter put it?” She thought back to the review of the opening night of the first UK Sidney’s. “Sidney’s is a celebration of the young female body? Something like that anyway! There’s living statues and girls dressed as mermaids who swim around in this big tank. It’s all really cool!”

“I always figured those were meat-girls waiting their turn?” Kylie had observed.

“Some probably are.” Samantha had shrugged. “And I bet some of them decide to volunteer after a while but it’s not compulsory and most don’t. It’s all on the website!”

“I try to stay off sites like that,” Claire had chuckled, “in case it gives my parents any ideas! So what are you going to be doing?”

“Dancing, hopefully.” Samantha had explained. “They do three shows a day on Saturdays and Sundays and apparently loads of talent scouts go along to watch. People from TV and that sort of thing. They started in Birmingham with some local club but it got a lot more official after that and every branch has its own professional team and it’s pretty competitive!”

“Well good luck!” Laura had wished her and the rest had heartily agreed. “Let us know if you get it! We might be able to come along and watch you dance. My parents were saying we should go check it out once they open and I don’t think they meant with me on the menu. Not the first time, anyway!” she had giggled.