Tuesday's rain had cooled the air, and the mid-morning sky was brilliant. All nine parking lots would be filled by noon. I looked over the heads of the record-breaking crowd and inhaled smoke from the kettle corn booth as I led her onto the stage and up to the microphone. She had been a last minute addition. Our next performers were stuck in traffic. When I told her and her manager that we had about 15 minutes to kill, she waved her CD with a wink and offered to sing. Before I finished introducing her, the cheers and applause surged up and over us. Later, she let me try on the crown that she will wear to the pageant, and she said I had excellent posture.
"Perge modo et qua te ducit via dirige gressum," said Venus to Aeneas.
Did she let you do the pageant wave?
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Good posture??
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.....and your 'talent' would be......?
ReplyDeleteOh yes. Good posture always helped when I cruised Vishara. That was the first thing my tricks commented on. The only way I could beat them off was by slumping. Er, that should be "beat them off was with a stick".
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