We love how much our class makes us laugh. It's a proper tonic.
Our current routine has a chair move where we sit down, face the audience and take the legs wiiiiide apart sharpish.
Seated as I am with my back to our troupe, I was treated to the fairylike sound of 28 showgirl hooves, all slamming into the floor at once.
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Now, we do like to make the Earth move for our audience, but we don't necessarily want to knock 'em off their seat with a tidal wave of sound.
There's nothing wrong with a bit of clog dancing (OK, maybe there is) but it's not quite the sultry, seductive, temptress of a thing that we aspire to be.
But it is quite funny, and that's always a treat.
What they'll make of the blindfold move, we can only speculate. It could be like the zombie apocalypse out there next week.
We love you to bits, Showgirls - you never fail to lighten our week.
Yours, bringing slapstick to burlesque,
Burlicious x