Dance. What does it really mean? No. What does it mean to you? This type of thing could mean different than the next person. Who is there to say that it doesn't save lives? Things were different for me...many things. Things I wish not to share at the moment.
I had started long ago. Can't remember when but I was young. I was put into shows many shows. Countless they are. I was good. Excellent! I never had a deal though. I didn't want to sell my soul or talent to anyone. I never gotten paid for it. Times were hard yet this was the only thing that kept me on my feet. I was able to stand tall and proud for what I could do. It was natural. Oh so natural. I had rhythm. Breath taking rhythm. It would've taken me years to get here if I wasn't born this way. Something told me to be this way. It could never be changed..
Getting in the show business was a piece of cake. I knew I was able to get in. Why take an audition? This was in my blood. So..here I am. About to once again take the stage in Las Vegas. Performing for the Versal Ghoul Showcase. I could hear them applauding. Whistling. Ready for a show. The curtains open and the show is on.
The curtains find their way to close again. Ending it all for the night. Many were heading out and there was I. Not a place for me to go for my hotel is rather far. So I was offered to stay the night with a close friend....Horace Versal. The man who owns the stage. Such a gent he is... Anyway, he had been so kind to me in all the ways possible. A drive, a night drink, a room to sleep. Nothing bad at all....well that was until the lights went dim. One moment lead to the other......a mistake was made. This wasn't supposed to happen. I was drunk, young...in love..
That was long time ago.. 2 years to be exact and I was starting all over again. Square one. I was back at the auditions. Call me Mor. Wallace Mor. And I was a fool back then.
