
Man were we nervous beforehand. Though we both have had plenty of performing experience, this was the first time being responsible for all artistic choices, and what bold choices they are: two minutes of mime to open, a song in French, an entire suitcase of props to contend with as well as a homemade cut out of Marilyn Monroe to be build on stage. Wild Red enters with a ratty half afro and Lillibelle has doll lashes, cheeks, and lips drawn on...
Would it translate? Would be be able to fully embody our alter egos? Would the audience laugh? As the show began, Wild Red kept nervously teasing her hair until Lillibelle took away her brush and Aquanet.
The stage manager called us to places. Lillibelle did one last OCD check of the prop set up and it was lights, music, action. Wild Red stepped unto stage, paused in shock at the standing room audience, and Lillibelle booty bumped her all the way onto stage, getting a giggle from a girl in the front row.
We were off. Once the laughter started. There was no stopping us. Hams by nature, we pulled out all the stops. By the time we tossed off our last big kick and dropped to our knees we were greeted with a wall of applause and a sea of smiling faces.
We got off stage, hearts pounding, lungs screaming, and let off an ecstatic sigh of relief. We had done it. We had made an audience laugh and smile; we had had a blast; and we could hardly wait to do it all again.