Chapter II

After Lottie's first experience with Hollywood, the two girls were unpacking what little they had. Their small apartment had a total of five rooms: a kitchen, a parlor, a bathroom and two bedrooms. Ruby searched the apartment for her misplaced white Cloche hat as Lottie entered the apartment.

"Have you seen my hat?" asked Ruby, stopping in her tracks to look at Lottie.

"I just got here, Ruby…" said Lottie, closing the front door behind her. "Where did you see it last?"

"I'm not sure… Oh, well… I don't need it anyway," Ruby told her. "How were the auditions?"

"Well, they asked me to dance in their film-"

"You danced in the film?"

"Let me finish… They asked me to dance in their film as an extra, and I managed to talk the man into getting us a place to dance."

"Really? Where at?"

"Oh, some small place… a place that happens to be Coacminster's Theatre!" Ruby gasped and froze.

"C-Coacminster's? How… how did you manage that?" she asked, her brown eyes wide with shock. Lottie smiled nonchalantly.

"I've got my ways," she said, and inside her head, she thought of Effie Waters. Effie was the one who convinced the young man who had called her in at the studio to recommend them to his brother, and Lottie had forgotten to thank her. Oh, well, Lottie thought. I'll thank her tomorrow.

The work that Ruby had found them was at a restraunt called Rotminster's Diner. To the girls, it felt as if everything had the word 'minster' in it. Coacminster's Theatre, Rotminster's Diner, a place down on Sunset called 'Flyminster's Department Store'… Also, the name 'Rotminster's' fit the Diner rather well. The diner was absolutely disgusting, and the food smelled and probably tasted terrible! Oh well, it was a job. And a job that paid money was good enough for the Miller sisters.

After their first day of work on that sunny Sunday morning, the girls went out for a stroll on Sunset Boulevard searching for a department store that sold dresses within their budgets. They found one, and went inside, searching for clothes that would make an impression on the owners of Coacminster's Theatre. After spending most of the money that they had brought with them, they dressed at their apartment and headed for Coacminster's, eager to meet the owner who required their dancing for the evening.

"How do you think Mr. Coacminster will feel about us? Do you think he'll like us, Lottie?" asked Ruby with a nervous tone.

"Please, Ruby, who wouldn't like us? We're young, we're beautiful, and we're talented dancers. He'll have to love us!" exclaimed Lottie. Ruby sighed slightly.

"Those are awful bold statements," she muttered quietly to herself. Once the girls arrived at Coacminster's, a play was in the process. They walked in and searched for Mr. Coacminster, but having no idea what he looked like, resulted in asking one of the waiters that had happened to walk by them.

"Excuse me, sir!" called Lottie, and the man stopped. "We're looking for Mr. Coacminster. We're two of the dancers for tonight's gig, and would like to meet him."

"Yes, Miss, he's at the bar," said the waiter, and he continued on his way. The Miller sisters went to the bar, and tapped the first man on the shoulder.

"Excuse me, are you Mr. Coacminster?" asked Lottie. The man shook his head.

"No, ma'am," he said in a drawled hillbilly accent. "But I gotta say, yer mighty pretty." Lottie gave him a disgusted face.

"Please, you're not my type," she told him, and moved on to the next man, tapping his shoulder. "Excuse me, are you Mr. Coacminster?"

"No, ma'am," said the man. "The man you're looking for is down on the end, chatting up a storm with them there pushovers."

"Thank you," said Lottie, and she and Ruby went to the man in a fancy suit talking to about four or five other men who seemed to believe his crazy story. "Excuse me…" One of the men whistled.

"Look at them hotsy-totsy gams!" exclaimed the whistling man, referring to Lottie's legs.

"I'd carry a torch fer a Sheba like you, little lady!" exclaimed another.

"Oh, hush, you cowboys," said Mr. Coacminster, and all of the men stopped talking. "May I help you, Miss?"

"Yes, we're the Miller sisters. Miss Effie Waters sent us here?" said Lottie, hoping that Effie did as she said she would after the shoot.

"Why, yes! Miss Waters certainly is the berries! She called me up this morning and told me that you were coming! Come, come! Away from these damned drugstore cowboys, then," said Mr. Coacminster, referring to the men who were hitting on Lottie.

"Look at them gams go! Why, I be they'd be great in someone's bed!" exclaimed the man who had whistled as the three of them walked away.

"Sorry about that, girls," said Mr. Coacminster once they were all in his office.

"No worries. We're here for you," said Lottie, determined as ever to get a dancing position.

"Now, down to business," said Mr. Coacminster. "We need dancers tonight. And every night for the rest of the week and every week after. Is that too much for you?"

"No, sir! Not at all!" exclaimed Lottie. She and Ruby exchanged excited looks.

"Good! The salary is three dollars an hour, and you'll probably be dancing from seven to midnight," said Mr. Coacminster.

"So that's fifteen dollars a night?" exclaimed Ruby in complete shock. Fifteen dollars a night was more than the Miller family had ever received a month!

"Yes, ma'am! Fifteen dollars a night! Each. You get paid high in the theatre business! If you got what it takes, then you could be dancing your way to fame! You came to the right place to start your dancing careers, girls!" exclaimed Mr. Coacminster. "Now, I recommend getting here at six thirty. That way, you can get dressed and get your hair and makeup done. Does that sound fine? The Charleston is in, so the other girls have been practicing that all week. They'll tell you when practice is." The girls nodded.

"Thank you so much, sir! So, should we come back in an hour, then?" asked Ruby.

"Yes, ma'am! An hour sounds great," said Mr. Coacminster, standing. "I shall see you tonight, girls."

"Yes, sir, Mr. Coacminster!" exclaimed Lottie, shaking his outstretched hands. After saying their final farewells, the Miller sisters left.