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Late the following morning, Sam left Joel sleeping and headed out. He knew his big break wouldn’t come while dancing in a thong and his looks wouldn’t always be an asset, so he set a plan for his future. With Broadway just a short distance away, he spent his days auditioning for roles, bit parts, anything to get him noted by a mainstream audience. Most of the time, he spent just standing in line. No agent would represent him since he had no acting experience or training. So far, he managed to land a few modeling gigs, but nothing that got his face on a movie poster or playbill. He thought about his lover, still asleep. Joel enjoyed his life as it was: dancing at night, working out during the day. The rest of his time, Joel spent hanging out at coffee shops, diners, or any other place gay