A spell in the making

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