The Hostess Club that Time Forgot.
Feb. 1st, 2010 01:23 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
I think the last Akasaka gig I had was at the hostess-club that time forgot, early in my “being pimped-out by the crazy teacher” days. It probably happened in late 2004. I couldn’t find any entry for the hostess-club gig, so I might as well write about it.
Crazy Alegra, my first pimp/teacher, called and asked me if I could put together a song or two and come to a gig with her and Zilli (Japanese). I had a costume, the red menace, and was good to go. I suspect having a real costume and being foreign was the only reason I was picked. Alegra often kept us in our place by stressing that most of what was needed of us was to look cute,sexy, (foreign) so we’d do. Heaven forbid we be skilled, that might bring egos and a lack of blindly following her.
At the station Alegra looked shaken. She told me the place was…odd…and that I didn’t have to stay after and to make sure people understood I was a dancer, a dancer! Not an escort, not a hostess, a dancer. Be nice but be a dancer.
Duh!
We’d been booked by a hostess club, probably for an end of the year customer appreciation party in early December (before the TBS gig and her trip to India/more crazy stage). I thought of it months later when Crazy Al booked me for a birthday party but didn’t tell me it was a birthday party and told me to use a 26+ minute set…it was becoming clear to me she didn’t ask enough questions and usually showed-up and did…whatever.
Ah, Alegra alegra alegra. How little you knew and how much you tried to hide it.