A Fishy Business
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loligiaryRunning away to a circus just wasn't really an option any more. Cirque De Soliel and all those Vegas-style shows certainly weren't made for amateurs. However, there were other, less glamorous options.
Le’Rogue Revue was one of them.
It was fashioned after the old shows of vaudeville, with a kicker: it was mostly about burlesque. Attractive men, women, and well, just about whatever else there was in this big old world was welcome to display themselves and their talents to the world. Any act would do, so long as it kept with the overall theme: sensual entertainment.
That didn't mean, of course, one had to do anything off the wall. Bianca didn’t like a gaudy display, and since she was the owner, she called the shots. Really it was more about fun than anything else. The performers were happy people, a collection of outcasts and people who preferred to be strangers in strange lands (or counties, at least).
The set up was usually a small, dive sort of place, decorated to the nines once the group made its way in there, replacing any curtain their own sumptuous red velvet. They always brought a little bit of class to a place, even if it wasn't the classiest place (which is never was).
Currently there were a handful of performers, including: one woman who did a tantalizing strip tease while swinging from rope to silken rope, a wall of man who could flex and cause a crowd of women to swoon, and a rather petite (more than petite) a child-like woman who could sing and dance and tell a joke from here to hell.
At the moment, the three mentioned were getting ready back stage, three other acts had already gone on. Only last week they'd lost their mermaid, well, she'd considered herself a mermaid anyway, Andrea, who decided she wanted to stop traveling and get married. The show lost not only a show stopping act, but also a crew chief that had been working with them for years. The crew chief was easier to replace than a mermaid, who had also left behind a 5,000 gallon tank that traveled with them, but that no one else could use. Andrea's departure had left a hole in the group, but there had been rumors that Bianca had hired some unusual fare to replace Andrea.
“Do you think it’s another mermaid?” Paul, the strong man said, as he admired his well oiled physique.
“Maybe, I mean, who else is gonna use that thing? She’s gotta hire someone to use it. That or she’ll sell it and try to make up the difference in some new act.” Tina, the rope dancer shrugged as she finished applying her lipstick.
A brassy voice sounded from behind a lacy black privacy screen. “It was silly to spend all that money on that thing anyway, if you ask me. Could have gotten her a kiddie pool for cheaper and let her flip her tail around in that, least then we wouldn’t be stuck with the thing.” The other two gave a slight laugh and finished getting ready. Tina was the next act up and so she was out the door with a wave her costume, a mix of colored silk scarves, flowing behind her as she left leaving the dressing room to the last two.
Le’Rogue Revue was one of them.
It was fashioned after the old shows of vaudeville, with a kicker: it was mostly about burlesque. Attractive men, women, and well, just about whatever else there was in this big old world was welcome to display themselves and their talents to the world. Any act would do, so long as it kept with the overall theme: sensual entertainment.
That didn't mean, of course, one had to do anything off the wall. Bianca didn’t like a gaudy display, and since she was the owner, she called the shots. Really it was more about fun than anything else. The performers were happy people, a collection of outcasts and people who preferred to be strangers in strange lands (or counties, at least).
The set up was usually a small, dive sort of place, decorated to the nines once the group made its way in there, replacing any curtain their own sumptuous red velvet. They always brought a little bit of class to a place, even if it wasn't the classiest place (which is never was).
Currently there were a handful of performers, including: one woman who did a tantalizing strip tease while swinging from rope to silken rope, a wall of man who could flex and cause a crowd of women to swoon, and a rather petite (more than petite) a child-like woman who could sing and dance and tell a joke from here to hell.
At the moment, the three mentioned were getting ready back stage, three other acts had already gone on. Only last week they'd lost their mermaid, well, she'd considered herself a mermaid anyway, Andrea, who decided she wanted to stop traveling and get married. The show lost not only a show stopping act, but also a crew chief that had been working with them for years. The crew chief was easier to replace than a mermaid, who had also left behind a 5,000 gallon tank that traveled with them, but that no one else could use. Andrea's departure had left a hole in the group, but there had been rumors that Bianca had hired some unusual fare to replace Andrea.
“Do you think it’s another mermaid?” Paul, the strong man said, as he admired his well oiled physique.
“Maybe, I mean, who else is gonna use that thing? She’s gotta hire someone to use it. That or she’ll sell it and try to make up the difference in some new act.” Tina, the rope dancer shrugged as she finished applying her lipstick.
A brassy voice sounded from behind a lacy black privacy screen. “It was silly to spend all that money on that thing anyway, if you ask me. Could have gotten her a kiddie pool for cheaper and let her flip her tail around in that, least then we wouldn’t be stuck with the thing.” The other two gave a slight laugh and finished getting ready. Tina was the next act up and so she was out the door with a wave her costume, a mix of colored silk scarves, flowing behind her as she left leaving the dressing room to the last two.
