Remember what that very first performance felt like to watch?
Stage entrance right. Pose. Music starts. I watch
She shimmies, she lifts her hands, her arms. She turns her head, looks at the audience and pivots. She steps out – each part of her own personal routine is carefully played out. She created it herself. She slips and falls, picks herself up and carries on like a professional. Confidence is there. Her pretty smile beams out like a torch. Her beautiful eyes twinkle in the lights.
As I asked the assistant for the glitzy material, I could see it.
You know—the look.
“What are you going to make from it?” she asked politely.
I am going to cover a bra in it for a burlesque show I am performing in. The theme is The Wizard of Oz and this fits in brilliantly.
Eyebrows raise. “Really? Burlesque?”
Yes—for my costume.
“For you?” Smirk “You don’t look like a burlesque dancer. I went to a burlesque show once—you know an amateur one in Parnell, a number of years ago… it was a lot of fun.”
I am Bethany Starr, and this is my story.