FALL, 2010 PREMIERE NIGHT IN REVIEW

NEWS
Heard from my Whiskey Creek Press Editor today...
SHIMMYING FAITH is a go for January, 2011


SECRETS OF SCHEHEREZADE’S

Though the stories are true, the names have been changed to protect the guilty,
I mean innocent!

Laugh when you can, apologize when you should, and let go of what you can't change, Play hard, forgive quickly, take chances, give everything and have NO regrets....Life is too short to be anything but happy!

FALL, 2010 PREMIERE NIGHT IN REVIEW

Okay, I’m veering away from the normal Secrets of Scheherezade’s format, to give a little talk-e-poo about the Monday Night Premiere of the shows that I'm interested in. Since I’m new to blogging, this is my first Annual fall Premiere Issue. Admittedly, I watch very little prime time TV. I’m basically a movie kinda girl. But I love Dancing With The Stars, Castle and Alex O’Loughlin who will star in Hawaii 5-0. And they all started on Monday night. Sadly Castle and Hawaii 5-0 are on at the same time so I had to tape Hawaii 5-0 and have not gotten to watch it yet, so that will be coming soon. Goodness, I do love premiere night!

My first review is Dancing With The Stars. Of course this list will change each week, as my predictions are proven wrong…

I can't say that I have a favorite. None of the stars are overly impressive to me, but I’m all about the dancing, not the personalities. I was very skeptical about this season, but I was rather impressed with most of the first efforts. The following is my start of the season prediction for DWTS starting with who I feel should be the first kicked off.

#1 David Hasselhoff – I loved Carrie Ann’s description, could be the offspring of Donny Osmond and Jerry Springer. As Lynn advised, ‘It’s never too early to panic’. I love Kym, but I think she is fighting a losing battle. He might respect the universe, but I think the universe took any dancing talent he might have ever possessed. #1 to leave is based on his talent level. Popularity might keep him in longer.

#2 Michael Bolton - Ye Gads, relax dude. He did okay, but he needs to keep singing as his first career. There is a reason he has not added dance into his repertoire over the many, many years he has performed. Again popularity might keep him longer???

#3 Bristol – She is definitely not of a performance background. Shyness is a huge part of her personality and it showed, but much less than I expected. I though she did a decent job. Given the chance, I think her confidence will grow and she could be a formidable opponent. But I doubt, with the lack of popularity, she will go far. Though I will give her one bit of praise. My husband and I agree, she had really nice legs.

#4 Florence – God love her, 76 years old and still looks pretty darn good. She seems much more devoted, and maybe in a bit better shape, then Cloris Leachman. I love this cheeky lady. I loved her philosophy, ‘To stay interested, you must stay interesting’. But if you go by dancing skill, she won’t last long. Popular votes will keep her alive I think.

#5 Margaret Cho – I was disappointed in Louis. I’m not necessarily a Cho fan, but she had much more potential then he allowed. I hope she has a chance to prove her abilities, though as a Middle Eastern Dancer, I appreciated her use of Isis Wings. Not sure about her popularity.

#6 Mike "The Situation" Sorrentino – Didn’t do bad for five days, but don’t see the judges being on his side no matter how he does, though I don’t think he will actually ever be up to the caliber of Brandy, Kyle, Rick , Jennifer or even Kurt.

#7 Kurt Warner – Too much fun to watch. He just seems happy to be there and had more possibility then I would have thought. Hopefully he’ll stick around awhile.

#8 Audrina Patridge - Never saw The Hills so as a personality. I thought she did a credible job and was a bit short sided on the scores. I think she could be one to watch. Also, I adore Tony~

#9 Kyle Massey – Yes, I admit, I have watched That’s so Raven on occasion. I do have a teenage daughter. So what if I had to force her to watch it… Whatever, Kyle was a great showman. I thought, technique wise, he was scored a bit high, but still I totally enjoyed his dance.


Based on tonight’s performance, I think these should be the three for the final battle…

Rick Fox – Holy Crap! My husband threatened to throw cold water on me while I watched him dance! What can I say, I like big guys… If the next suave James Bond were described as extremely tall, of the darker persuasion and of an American background rather than British, Rick Fox would have my vote. I thought he did an excellent job, not just because of my rise in blood pressure, but for a non-performer, his stage presence quality was much better than expected. With Cheryl as a partner, who knows…

Jennifer Grey – Like Carrie Ann, I was moved to tears, not just by her emotional breakdown during rehearsal, but also by the beauty of her performance. Derek will be able to design very intrigue choreography for her. I think she will meet the challenge, but popularity might be an issue for her.

Brandy – Well no surprise there. I had great expectations for her, which she met. Beauty, elegance, stage presence, natural rhythm, and knowledge of the principles of choreography as a performer were all part of her package. Matched up with Max, she is an extremely strong contender.

I’m just saying…

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My next review is Castle.

There is nothing about Castle I don’t like. Nathan Fallon I have a major crush on. I love the opening. Please mislead me… I love it! I love the middle, I love the ending... I'm all around a happy girl. Can't wait till next week...


I admit it. I'm not Candy Havens (Dang it!), but I have an opinion nonetheless to share. What’s your opinion?


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Hot (and I don't mean Sexy) Dancers

SECRETS OF SCHEHEREZADE’S

Though the stories are true, the names have been changed to protect the guilty,
I mean innocent!

John Ruskin (1819-1900)
“When love and skill work together, expect a masterpiece.”

Hot (and I don't mean Sexy) Dancers

Literally! Some of the most enjoyable times I have ever shared with my girls, is our many road trips. One or two times a year we would take a trip from Fort Worth to Sedalia, Missouri. This is an eight-hour drive. We always have four to seven girls in Sheba’s SUV. With that many women in the vehicle, it was always a wonderful time. Well, almost always.

One particular trip, Sheba and I were the guest instructors at the July seminar. Sheba, Ophelia, Mischa and myself were in one vehicle. Three others accompanied us in a second vehicle. The seven of us arrived in Kansas City. We always enjoy Friday evenings watching Zaina Ali perform at Tasso’s. If you every get to Kansas City, check it out. Her show is always outstanding, the food is wonderful and Zaina’s partner in crime, Bill does fun, wonderful music and entertainment before and after her shows. We had a grand time as always, by midnight we made our way to our hotel in Sedalia. (Whoops, forgot to change Zaina’s, Bill’s and Tasso’s name. Oh well, plug for them.)

The next morning we woke early and taught an excellent crowd and the evening show was full of talented entertainers. As always, I was very proud of my girls performances! Afterward, with adjoining rooms, we stayed up talking and cutting up until well into early morning hours.

When we woke, our journey home began. The girls in the other car headed out before us. The four of us stopped for a leisurely breakfast before finally beginning our long trip home. Ophelia was driving. Mischa was co-pilot. Sheba and I were in the back seat working on a new choreography. Even though the hour was still only nine in the morning, it was already very, very hot. The car’s air conditioning was clearly not working properly.

Being Sunday, assistance was difficult to find. Many of the town’s between here and there are small, but there is almost always a Walmart, most with an auto shop. Unfortunately, the first we came to only had one air conditioning specialist and he wasn't in on weekends. After spending a little shopping time to enjoy the Walmart air conditioning, we had to move on.

Rolling down the windows didn’t stop the sweat from poured. Admittedly we were spoiled. Comfort was what we desired. I'm by no means a mechanical genius, but was willing to give it a shot. I suggested possibly the fuse had blown. The next town we came to had an auto supply store, but no open garages. Sheba pulled the manual from the glove box, while I crawled under the dash to locate the fuse box. I removed the correct fuse and we inquired in the auto parts store for a replacement. As luck would have it, they didn’t have the fuse we needed. The gentleman working there was kind enough to call their store in the next town and, yeah, they had one.

Again braving the heat, we piled into the car and continued on our way. Thirty minutes later we arrived at the next auto part store. The gentleman at the counter gave us the fuse, but could not install it for us. He was the only one working and couldn't leave the counter (though I had my doubts he knew much more than I about cars). No worries, I took the fuse out so I put it back.

Noon was quickly approaching and the temp was already above 100 degrees. With out new fuse in place, we excitedly returned to the car, rolled up the windows and started on our way. We turned the blower on high. After 10 minutes, the air still blew hot. Again the windows came down. By now we were all getting pretty cranky. We called Sheba’s husband, hoping for some helpful advice. The only hope he had to offer, was possibly that the new fuse might need to reboot, if we turned it off for a bit, maybe it would reboot itself. It was worth a shot.

Stopping for lunch seemed to be a good idea. Only a light lunch, mind you. It was much too hot to enjoy food. But the air conditioning felt great. We spread the meal out over ninety minutes, hoping the extended time would help. Home was still six hours away.

The long lunch did no good what so ever. After some discussion, we decided to hold up in a hotel until nightfall. All of us would have to return to work without sleep, but frying in the car didn’t seem a pliable option at the time. There was only one motel in town, and let’s just say it was not a four star motel, but by this point we were too hot to care. By the time we signed in it was almost 2:00. Arriving in our room, we found only a window unit air conditioner. Wouldn’t you know it?

And of course, we turned it up high, but the air it released was no cooler than the car’s. So we headed back to the office for another room. Once again, the air conditioner didn’t work. Three times had to be the charm. Back we went to the office.

It was after 4:00 by that time, again the air in this room was no better than the last two. Cranky was not even near the attitude of our foursome. We now had turned into four full-blown witches, with a capital “B”. Thank goodness we are very good friends and didn’t take it out on each other. After cold showers, we laid on top of our cover-ups (no way would we lay our bodies on the nasty bed) in our underwear with the door to the hall open. Desperately, we prayed for a breeze. Modesty was not a consideration.

Since the room was as hot as the car, it didn’t make sense to wait any longer. We finally decided to give it up and take our chances on heat exhaustion. Leaving now, it would still be well after midnight, before we got home. Again we got in the car and started out.

We were on the road only 15 or 20 minutes and Sheba and I began to feel cool air. Praise the Lord! It must have kicked in. We quickly rolled up the windows. Our spirits started to rise. Then Sheba and I heard strange, muffled snickers from the two dancers in the front seat. Sheba and I shared a confused look.

“OK girls,” Sheba asked. “What’s up?” Now the snickers turned to complete laughter. We, in the back seat, were still very confused.

“I am so sorry!” Mischa could hardly get the words out. “I am so sorry!”

“What?” I asked.

“See that little yellow button?” Sheba and I looked at her. “I think I might have accidentally hit it when I changed the radio. I think it has something to do with the air conditioner. Oh my goodness, I am so sorry.”

Both Sheba and I were silent for a long moment. Seven hours delay, seven hours of monstrous heat. Mischa stopped laughing, and looked at us with wary, sorrowful eyes. Sheba and I looked at each other than met Ophelia’s eyes in the rear view mirror. All together we broke into riotous laughing. It could have been delirium, but suddenly it was hilarious. Thankfully, the button pushing cured the problem and we continued the trip truly appreciating who ever invented the air-conditioner.

Mischa is one of the most responsible, professionally together women I know. Needless to say, she will never live down putting us through those torturous seven hours. She doesn’t make many boo boos, but when she does, it’s a humdinger!

If you, a friend or one of your dancer's made a super duper boo boo, were they brave as Mischa to eventually own up to it? If so, click on 'comment' below and give us a giggle!

Big Boss Stomp

SECRETS OF SCHEHEREZADE’S

Though the stories are true, the names have been changed to protect the guilty,
I mean innocent!

William Jennings Bryan (1860-1925)
“Destiny is not a matter of chance, it is a matter of choice;
it is not a thing to be waited for, it is a thing to be achieved.”

Big Boss Candle

Most of Scheherezade’s dancers live a double life. By night, they are the goddess of the dance. By day they are mere mortals with daytime jobs, accountants, engineers (not the kind on trains), sales reps, federal agents, entrepreneurs, stock brokers, etc.

The Marrakesh was one of the favorite venues of our troupe. On one particular occasion, Ophelia’s “Big Boss”, from her daytime persona, was having dinner at the restaurant. Placed in the seat of honor at center stage, he was ready to enjoy his virgin experience of her performance.

Ophelia and I were performing our traditional show lineup, with Athena. The show began and flowed impeccably. The dark, melodic tones announcing our candle dance, floated through the air. The routine was an elegant, intense choreography, the embodiment of strength, balance and grace.

The three dancers entering the stage dramatically, each carrying three lit candles resting on beautiful brass trays. This was one of Ophelia’s favorite numbers. She had performed it dozens of times to perfection. The entrance and first part of the choreography was wonderful, strong and indeed, impressive. The music continued as we balanced the trays with the lit candles on our heads.

As Ophelia’s body corkscrewed, first hips then chest, moving her around in a tight, personal circle, she met the mesmerized eyes of “Big Boss”. At that very moment, an unseen force, or maybe a too fast movement of her head, attacked Ophelia’s tray of candles. They took flight, crashing to the floor with a massive ‘Bang’. The metal candles scattered over the stage, spewing the cotton balls soaked in lamp oil. Unlike wax, the oil generates flames that don’t die without encouragement. Ophelia stood there, like Sissy Spacek in 'Carrie', circled with bits of fire dangerously close to her flammable harem pants. Finally her brain acknowledged the flames. She began trying to stomp out the fires.

Being the Momma of the troupe, I needed to protect my child. Kneeling, using my bare hand, I began patting out the fire. Everyone knows a mother cannot be burnt or cut by broken glass. I insisted Ophelia stop stomping, #1, because she was going to catch her harem pants on fire and #2, she was stepping on my hand. All the while, unnoticed, I still had my tray and lit candles balanced on my head. Never once did it occur to me to remove them before the same catastrophe presented itself in my honor.

Ophelia now had no candles, no fire, a bent tray and a non-impressed “Big Boss” with the exception of possibly how well I could knell, slap a fire infested stage (okay, just 3 small balls of fire) and stand, without dropping my tray. Slightly mortified, Ophelia left the stage. I returned to the choreography with Athena, restaging on the fly, from a trio to a duet.

Returning to the stage, Ophelia regained the respect of “Big Boss”, as well as the rest of the audience with her magnificent sword solo. Her balance was perfection, her strength and flexibility impressive. Best of all she performed without harming herself or the audience.

The next weekend, she returned to the stage to again perform the candle choreography. Ready to prove that she was indeed the phenomenal dancer we all knew she was, she regally began the routine with two other dancers. As she placed the candle on her head, all the waiters, armed with grins and fire extinguishers, knelt at the front of the stage. The audience, as well as Ophelia, had to laugh. After shooing away the waiters and recollecting herself, the music began again and a flawless candle choreography was performed.

It is inevitable, when our inner Goddess divine reveals herself, something will come along to knock her right on her royal keester. We should never laugh at ourselves alone. Have you every experienced that mortifying moment, when you so wanted to impress? If so, click on the word 'comment' below and share so we can all laugh with you.

DANCING, A DANGEROUS SPORT

NEWS OF THE DAY

I finally received notification from my publisher, Whiskey Creek Press, that my first novel, SHIMMYING FAITH, will be released January, 2011!


QUOTE OF THE DAY

Joseph Addison (1672-1719)

“What sunshine is to flowers, smiles are to humanity, These are but trifles, to be sure: but, scattered along life’s pathway, the good they do is inconceivable.”

TALES OF SCHEHEREZADE’S

Dancing, a Dangerous Sport

I love dancing with my troupe. I love performing with my best friends and the feeling of being one with them. That said, be warned, you could be in danger if you are chosen to share a stage with me.

Many moons ago, I was invited to join my fellow dancers in an annual outdoor festival in May. I was so very excited to share the stage with some of my closest friends. We had been working very hard on a new beautiful veil routine for several months. By May, we had it near perfected. Of course, as with any virgin performance of a new choreography, a few minor mishaps may occur.

The routine started off strong. The veils billowed beautifully in the spring breeze. Ooo’s and aaah’s rose from the audience at all the appropriate spots. The majority of the choreography was performed in a circle, true Harem girl style. For the last sixty-four counts of the music, a line was formed across the front of the stage, where the focus was on our intricate bodywork, figure eights, undulations, etc., where we stayed in perfect synchronization with the dancer next to us.

Each beautiful woman remained, demurely posed, with eyes cast down to the right, anxiously waiting our moment to move. The girl on the far left of the stage performed her barrel turn, moving her around the rear of the stage till the circle was again formed. On the next four counts, the performer to her right followed in a lovely, flowing contagion. Finally it was Shalena’s turn, my best and dearest friend, who stood just to my left. Shalena hesitated slightly and her four counts were gone.

As she took her first step preparing for her barrel, I began mine as well. Unfortunately, she was not yet out of my arm range. In fear of the veil being pulled from my hand by the wind, my left hand was fisted, clutching the edge of my veil. It came up and WHAM! My fist connected solidly on her chin with all the built up energies I possessed to finish our routine with a strong, magnificent circle of veil. Taking a quick glance, without stopping my momentum (the show must go on), I discover Shaleana stumbling back out of the line, dazed. Being the professional she was, she took only seconds to recoup and take her place again to complete the flowing circle and strike our final pose.

Besides being washed with embarrassment, I felt terrible for abusing someone, especially in public. Luckily, it was Shaleana who laughed first. Later while reviewing the video with my loving friends, they discovered rewinding that particular section of the show, was the most entertaining portion. They could watch me whack the devil out of my best friend, over and over again.

Remember, though you are on a stage, in front of hundreds of witnesses, you are not safe from assaults by your best friend and fellow dancers. Dancing is a dangerous sport.

How many of you have abused your fellow dancers, accidentally of course!
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Tales of My First Delivery

I am proud of all my past students, but today one, Zaira (A.K.A. Rebecca Stockstill), is heavy on my mind. Not because she captured the prestigious 2006 Belly Dance championship title at Little Egypt’s, Ahlan Cairo Nights or that she was a formidable contestants for the Bellydancer of the Year, but because today she is experiencing a new dimension of life. So, though this will have nothing to do with Belly Dancing or Writing, I wish to share one of my craziest, most beautiful adventures.

Tales of My First Delivery, (Child, not papers)

Friday, eight weeks from my due date: My doctor put me on bed rest. Being the disobedient person I am, I didn’t do as the doctor advised, except of course letting my employer know my doctor would not allow me to work. That part I liked. Sunday, I had my baby shower. Monday, I cleaned house. Tuesday, I worked on the baby room. Wednesday, I went grocery shopping for two hours then spent the afternoon preparing stew, spaghetti sauce, chili etc. that could be frozen for meals while I was forced into bed, that is if I ever made it there. That night before going to bed I watched a movie about three women, who all had premature babies. How ironic!

Thursday, 6:00 am - I woke, totally embarrassed. At twenty-nine years old, I had wet the bed. I had a vivid dream that I was on the toilet. Yes, often my dreams are very realistic. But anyway, the bed was soaked. After making my apology to Guy, (Okay, even his name was boring, but that’s another story), I went to the real bathroom. He was cleaning up the bed when I called him a bit concerned. I couldn’t stop peeing. It was such a strange sensation. It just kept coming. I began to think, maybe the baby had ripped my bladder wall or something. I had Guy call the doctor and they advised us to come to the hospital.

7:30 am - We arrived at the hospital. Since we had just started the birthing classes, we hadn’t yet had the tour. Needless to say, we entered through the front door instead of using the emergency entrance, which of course was at the opposite end of the building. The hospital was undergoing massive construction, so we were detoured again and again. I was still leaking. Let me tell you, it is difficult to maneuver over and around construction while your trying to hold a towel between your legs. Guy and I were quite tickled by the time we got to the emergency entrance.

8:15 am - We were anxiously met by my mother and sister when we departed the elevator on the maternity floor. They had been waiting for us for over an hour, but I had to pack and waddle from the front door. That takes time. After my examination, it was confirmed, my water had broke and I was in labor. I was a little concerned. The baby was 7 weeks early, I had hardly started my child birth classes and I had not finished training my replacement at work.

8:30 am - I was moved into a labor room. I called work to advise them of my situation. The poor dude that was replacing me, was in a state of panic. He called me eight times for assistance.

12:00 pm - I started finally have labor pains so I told my replacement he was on his own until all this was over. I had already decided to have natural childbirth. At least as much as I could. I don’t like taking medicine. Most effect me pretty strong. Good thing I had already composed myself to the idea, since I was informed the baby was at risk, so I would not be given any drugs. (Yikes!)

4:00 pm - I was ready to go to delivery. They had started an IV. I was feeling surprisingly well, except of course when I had a contraction. My real labor had lasted less than 4 hours, so I was not exhausted like so many women. Luckily, I have a high tolerance for pain.


As I was being wheeled into delivery, my IV line hung on the door handle and was yanked from my hand. Sounds bad I know, but I had a contraction at the same time, so I didn’t even feel the IV tug. As one nurse restarted an IV line in my left hand and another was taping up the right, the doctor informs me it was time to push. I wasted my first productive contraction by laughing as I replied, “You’ll have to wait. I’m busy getting a manicure.” Everyone laughed with me.

The next contraction was building. The doctor told me we needed to make this a good push. She told Guy to raise my shoulders, to help me push more effectively. He was so intent on watching for the birth, he lifted from the back of my head instead, almost breaking my neck. Again we all had a good laugh and another contraction was wasted.

On the next one, I gave a might push before anything else could happen. The baby crowned. The doctor informed us, “You’ve got a redhead.”

The combination of a small baby, as well as strong abdominal muscles, helps greatly during the pushing process. Yes, I swear by the effectiveness of Belly Dance as an excellent exercise form to prepare for childbirth.

4:18 pm - With the next push the shoulders emerged. One last push and we had a beautiful baby boy. Even though he was 7 weeks early, he was perfectly formed, except for the lack of eyelashes and eyebrows, (they came in the next week) I was quite pleased. After only 4 hours of labor, 18 minutes of delivery and 3 effective pushes, we had a gorgeous baby. It was way easier than all the stories other women had told me.

WARNING: No one ever mentioned to me what happens to you while everyone in the room is excitedly oohing and aahing over the beautiful baby as he is cleaned and examined. You’re left alone on the gurney to watch from a distance. Though you’re in ecstasy about your new child, a fear for your own life begins. Your body begins to shake uncontrollably, you’re sure you will be vibrated to the floor. After you’re finally able to get the attention of a nurse, you ask if indeed this is normal? She pats you consolingly on the arm and disappears without a word. After several moments she returns with a heated blanket and you are in heaven again. It seems blood loss will do that to ya! I’d be nice to have know that in advance…

Anyway, best of luck to Rebecca and all other future Mommies out there!

Let me know if any of you had an easier, more entertaining delivery?

It's a Business, a passion, a joy!

MY GOAL FOR THIS BLOG
KEEP MY DANCE AND WRITER FRIENDS INFORMED OF THE
WILD AND CRAZY GOINGS ON IN OUR COMMUNITIES.

As this is my first blog, let me introduce myself: I love my world. It's rich with family, friends, dancing and writing! My husband is great, my two kids are wonderful, my granddaughter is absolutely the light of my life. Some of my friends I have shared my life with for thirty years or more and love them still as much today. Some are newer friends, though many of those have adorned my life for still close to twenty years. But all have one thing in common, they are positive, supportive people. With that said, I am indeed a wealthy, blessed person.

I guess I am somewhat an obsessive person. Middle Eastern dance dominated my life for almost thirty years. In 1988, with a few of my fellow dancers, we gave birth to SCHEHEREZADE'S FANTASIES. Our troupe was my pride and joy. After years of devoting my time and passion to teaching, choreographing, and costume designing, my partner Suhira and I disbanded the troupe. It was a sad day, but we needed a break. That was a couple of years ago. However, I am very proud of the impact we were able to make on the lives of so many of the women who danced under Suhira and myself. Many, through the dance, became stronger, more confident women. Now many of my students have moved on to form their own troupes and my legacy is carried on through them. I basically retired from the dance world when we disbanded the troupe, but found I missed it too much to leave it behind altogether. I recently began dancing again with Bellydance 101, the troupe of my student Kayla (AKA Amy Hunter). Since it is her troupe, I can just enjoy the dance, feed my passion and leave the stress to her. (LOL)

I still devote some time to my dance, but now my primary focus is on my writer's journey. There my goal is to entertain by glorifying the often zany, romantic life of the woman/the Belly Dancer. I devote a portion of every day to studying my craft and several hours to actively applying the things I learn. Being A.D.D. I can't seem to be pinned down to one genre. I write contemporary, paranormal and sizzling erotic romance.

What do my passions, dancing and writing, have in common?

#1 They are both difficult careers
They take a lot of study, dedication and willingness to learn,
as well as a never ending need to improve and grow.

#2 They both are very personal
Every time you take the stage, teach a class,
submit your work to an agent or publisher,
or someone opens one of your books,
it is your heart and soul that is exposed.

#3 They are both about the joy of entertaining

With each performance we have, with every class we teach,
with every word we write, it is our honor to offer our audiences
a fantasy, an escape from reality, a new knowledge,
or possibly even a new outlook on life. If we can touch one life and
make it better, even if only for the span of a three minute song
or an afternoon of reading, it is a job well done.


LET'S SHOW OUR SUPPORT!

You know the old adage, if I tell 2 people, and you tell 2 people...


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