The one and only time I appeared on stage, was in a Faux Drag Queen, contest. Yep, you heard me. I wanted to do Victor Victoria.
For you, young ones, who know nothing of that wonderful movie, it is with Julie Andrews pretending to be a man, pretending to be a woman. A wonderful musical starring James Garner also.
On the telephone, the organizer gave me instructions, “Lots and lots of hair darling. Lots and lots and lots of make up. More, more, more! It is never enough,” he, encouraged me.
Buying a long curly huge red wig, I was armed, with trashy beauty. That get up, was used for my pageant, interview on stage. My pink flapper dress and purple bob topped with a pink boa, for the actual act.
Performing a dance while lip synching to “Woman” by Peggy Lee, where I bring home the bacon, fry it up in a pan; I take off my ugly house dress. Underneath, I appear in my flapper telling him, that I can take care of him too, making him feel like a man.
Being on stage was amazing. I thought I would panic or feel nervous. I did not! I was electrified, filled with excitement and joy of the performance. Standing before everyone in a gaudy dress, swishing away and undulating filled me with a sense of wonderment. I could not see the audience, the lights were glaring but I could hear the laughter and the happiness. I reveled in it.
It was the one and only time I was or performed on stage. Would I do it again? I might under the right circumstances which I will never know until I am asked.