Well, tonight Matthew, I'm going to be...

...a Backstreet Boy. A topless one at that. Well, not quite topless, I'll be wearing a leather jacket, a rose tattoo and an earring, but not much else apart from the obvious. Yep, things've changed once again in the crazy crazy world of working for June Yamada, only this time it's my whole persona rather than my dance moves. Not that I'm complaining, mind you. I'll probably find it easier to be a Backstreet Boy than a Man In Black. It's just in my whole life I never thought I'd end up as either a Backstreet Boy or a topless dancer, and now I'm both of them concurrently. Go figure. Rehearsal was only an hour, and I got some free clothes out of it today. Nothing special but nice all the same. It kind of makes up for the whiplash I've been experiencing from yanking my head back too much. It's that first wham in Thriller, you know, the dah-dah bit. Well, maybe my onomatoepaeic skills don't quite do it justice, but the fact remains that I'm starting to look like one of those nodding dogs they shove in the back of car windows, except for the fact that, uh, I'm not a dog. Nodding person then. Yep. Um. The rest of today was pretty good, my Saturday class graduated, but petitioned the boss that they could come in after the new year break and have another class with me. Aaah, it's nice to know they care. Some other people are also in demand of my teaching talents as well, so I'll see how that goes. The financial situation is improving now, meaning I can finally cut short my stint as a self-employed gigolo. I just hope that I can find more modelling/dancing work soon. The money's about the same as English, and I can be as posey as I want without anyone getting too upset.