We’re a few rehearsal hours away from our next performance,
and the giddy alchemy of ingredients that is our lovely troupe, a “slow,
Southern style” of a dance routine, and some delicious outfits, is starting to
deliver results.
In their groups of three, our showgirls are starting to get
the hang of three posteriors going in exactly the same direction at exactly the
same time, so that the overall effect is more of a voluptuous and metronomic
Newton’s Cradle (remember those executive desk toys?) and less of the “three
pinballs running crazily around the machine in different directions at the same
time”. Gloves are now smacking bums smartly. Teapot arms happen with precision
and verve. There’s been a huge reduction in the number of times that a showgirl
turns to face the wrong direction, looking astonished when she finds all her
troupe colleagues facing her.
Soon, ah soon, we shall be at that heady stage when repetition,
repetition, repetition means that our lovelies can dance the routine pretty
much without thinking. And that, Showgirls, is when you really start to shine
and start enjoying yourselves.
You’re exactly where we expect you to be at this stage,
Showgirls –
it’s already looking very good.
Yours, cracking the rehearsal whip,
Burlicious x