Thursday, September 21, 2006

Strana, la vita Americana.


DSC06164, originally uploaded by farmboyz.

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.

4 comments:

Anonymous said...

Did she let you do the pageant wave?

Elbow, Elbow, Wrist Wrist Wrist...

Todd HellsKitchen said...

Good posture??

You RULE!

Blobby said...

.....and your 'talent' would be......?

Anonymous said...

Oh 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".