The lights flashed and glowed, eluminating the theater. There was a big crowd tonight, about the normal size on a Friday night. People cheered when the lights came on. It was a rush of emotions. Joy, pleasure, excitement, adoration. But fear, no. Never fear.
I brushed a loose strand of hair behind my ear, and adjusted my 8" high heels. My fishnets were on and up, and my makeup was flawless, as always. The music started, and I was exhilerated. The other girls rushed out onto the stage, and started the dance. I waited for my cue, getting pumped with the second.
And finally, my time comes.
I strut onto the stage, fierce. Somewhere I hear people gasp, and I know why. I'm hot. Especially since I'm not like them. It always adds some form of exoticness. And believe me, they love it. Can't get enough.
But they don't know who I am, or what I am. I intend to keep it that way, by all costs. Nobody knows my secrets, and they never will. C'mon, it's showbiz. Everyone's got dirty little secrets, and nobody cares. And I'm protective of my dirt. Ain't no way I'm going to flaunt it around. I hide it, so no one can even think of digging it up. It's just one of my many talents. Jealous yet?
People clap as I get into place. I sing out loudly, full of power, my voice like a sultry, sexy silk. Perfect. Seducing, to be quite honest. Some people probably get horny just with our performance. But that's rather fitting, really. Considering it's burlesque, it makes sense.
I love the spotlight, and god does it love me. I was born for this, and nobody can ever take it away from me. Impossible for anyone to even try. Last people to do that didn't have the best fate. No one ever knew it was me who killed the bitch, though. Never will, either. Like I said, we all have dirty secrets. It's Hollywood, for god's sake. Nothing new there.
My body moves with the music, and it seems natural, really. Like the music was made to fit me, or even made for me. But I wasn't in Hollywood when this song was written. No, then I was in London.
This song was written in 1946.
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