undefinedPart two.
Now everyone now knows Sarah. In the bars, the restaurants,the pools and the beach.
She is only dressed in the evening, sadly in only one dress, boring!
Above all accepted which was a fabulous feeling.
Now Wednesday approaches, the show night for her. Scared, yes! Shit scared absolutely.
Because the show was 2 hrs long and their rehearsal took all afternoon, no time for
Sarah, so would have to go on blind, kinda ad-lib. OFFS!
On the beach I sweated, yes it was 32 degrees but this was a sweat of fear.
To help nerves I sat in the audience circle dressed, no make up and ready to go, with a rum! People chatted so helped the crescendo of inner nerves.
Lights down, GiGi on stage announcing a new signing(???) act Sarah.....
Spots on me , I rise and strangely confident climb the stage stairs, arse wiggling (I think)
Pose leg upon the fake door post, the music plays, I mime, I act. I actually act to
the words and music. Where did that come from? Only Sarah, not him inside. Blank.
All to soon I am leaving the stage. Never saw a single person heard only the music.,
I played to myself. I was Sarah in her element. In the wings GiGi said to go back on stage. I did, then I heard the applause, like drugs it infused me, I bowed I courtesied. I wanted more.
After I went to the bar had a 77pence cigar (Uk £18!) and several rums.
The following morning pack and fly home to meet the gurls at Pink Punters. Yeah!
Have been invited back for September to do Lou Reed's Walk on the wild side with the cast.
That I cannot miss. Just need a helping hand from Suffolk perhaps?
Thanks for reading a true story Sarah XXXX
