The Letter

The next week I was standing alone in the dressing room. I was all alone. Terry came barging in and dropped his three suitcases of drag crap. “Are you in here for a reason?” Terry asked me. “I am doing a show.” I answered. “Why? Why are you here? Why don’t you just go with your has-beens, Darling.”
“Listen up Darling, I am here and whether you like it or not I am staying. Maybe if you had enough talent to carry a show I wouldn’t have to be here.” Terry stormed out to get a drink and I hated that he made me so angry. I was determined that I was going to get the Featherette’s together again and I was not going to allow him to stop me.
Casper and Sami showed up and tossed Terry’s stuff out the side door. I giggled as Terry yelled at them, they just laughed in Terry’s face and took control of the place. Terry was smoking mad and you could see revenge in his eyes. He took himself to the kitchen to get ready for the show.
By the time the show started he was slurring his words and had his wig on backwards. No one had the patience’s for his childish attempts for attention. We did the show and I was the show stopper- I did a number called “Bobby’s Girl” dressed in a cheerleaders outfit. Last minute fear of bombing found me doing cartwheels and flips on the dance floor. I ended with a split and I think I can still feel the muscle strain today.
There is a truth about a performer getting strength and energy on stage. I used to go out on stage and never knew what was going to happen until it happened. I always remembered Peter’s blood dripping down his face as I clung onto his hair during our number and “16 Going on 17” number and kept going. This night I was flopping and I had to be good, I just kept thinking of Rodger and Alton.
For my finale I jumped on the skid row bar (Little bar upstairs on the dance floor) and did a flip off the bar and onto the center of the stage-the place went wild and I thanked God I was still alive. Afterwards one of the bartenders named Bobby thanked me for doing a song for him. He was cute so I went along with him- actually Hank had picked the song. I still wanted Johnny and was more determined than ever to win him. Casper had told me, “Girl If you are afraid to talk to him, just write him a letter.”
That night I went home and wrote THE LETTER…
Till Tomorrow, Be Kind