Getting to the Good Part
Chapter One
I Like the Way You Work It
"Check baby, check baby, one-two-three-four! Check baby, check baby,
one-two-three!"
My heart was percolating like my grandma's raggedy old coffeepot as
I chanted the words to Wreckx-N-Effect song "Rumpshaker." It was
booming all around me, pouring from the speaker system.
The sound echoed throughout the empty theater, blending with the
crazed patter of dancing feet moving with synchronized rhythm across
the much-scuffed wood floor of the stage.
There weren't a lot of frills in the Nexus Theater. Nestled on West
Twentieth Street between Fifth and Sixth Avenues, it was a tiny
little thing that was a far cry from the glitz and glimmer I'd
anticipated.
There were none of the dramatic red velvet curtains and elegant
balconies I envisioned would serve as backdrops for my grand stage
debut. The place was hollow and naked.
Strictly utilitarian. About as bottom-line as you could get.
Plain wooden seats, a stage, a no-nonsense curtain that was just a
few threads shy of being deemed burlap, some random fixtures here
and there, and the obligatory backstage a ... read full excerpt from: Getting to the Good Part ebook
