Daddy dearest – more!

Daddy dearest – more!

The stage light burnt through the darkness toward the stage. On close inspection, the light made her blonde hair almost translucent, the notes of the piano seemingly ascending the locks of gold exquisitely framing her square face.

It trembled slightly and swung around in helix hoops as the diamond earring clung precariously to her lobe, a dazzling display of shattered prisms glistening on her neck.

Her shoulder rises, elbow at a right angle to the rhythmic hip draped in a fine shimmery mesh of fabric, pooling onto the floor at her encrusted heels. The starkness of poised pumped leg protrudes from the abyss of slashed material up to the thigh.

“… Once upon a time, I had plenty of nuthin’… which was fine with me …”

Her back to the audience, firmly encased with diamond studs, showing muscles beneath her now bouncing blades, rippling and powdered white. Curls dance in line at the top of her back as she looks over her shoulder, black-lined eyes cast down, looking through the audience, piercing. Strong and, at the same time, subdued.

The background, once still, is now ablaze in coupled sets of sequins and legs, hair and lips, smiles and sparkle.  Ignorant to their arrival she spins her body, head held in the same over-the-shoulder pose to now be front on.

“… I got rhythm, music too … just as much as before …”

She sashays across the floor, stealth-like feline footholds. The spotlight cuts a swath through the smoke cloud brilliance of the air.

“… soon you’ve got the kit as well as the boodle …”

Her light bleached chest heaves violently, entombed in finely stitched swirls of sparkle. Her arms leap outstretched, cyclonic downdrafts of smoke haze twirl out of reach as her hands come to rest on her hips as she whispers… “… there’s one thing you miss … and … that’s …”

The ecstatic amplified crowd drowns out the finale, try as it may gasp for air above the cracking sounds of thunderous applause.

I take a bow and step on the cord retractor and place the vacuum back in the cupboard — smiling and exhausted.

info: Follow John on Twitter @daddydearest_

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