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I’ll be dancing at Istanbul in Akasaka-Mitsuke tonight.

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.

It was as if the place had not aged in 20-30 some years and everyone had just grown older within their shells. The hostesses were in their 50’s, or older, as were the men. The women looked like they’d bought their clothing when Dynasty was popular. There was a lot of teal, black, and pink outfits in synthetic fibers with puffy shoulders and large, blocky, accessories. The hair was similarly large and solid. The men had comb-overs, or wigs, and wide, shiny lapels...there was at least one plaid suit.

The décor was what I imagine an 80’s budget cruiseship room might have looked like: over padded furniture, curved tables, fake wood paneling, potted palm-trees.

We got changed in the one bathroom. Zilli had ignored Alegra and wore, instead of a pro-costume, some insane mish-mash of Indian and hippy wear. Well, we were cute dancing girls.

I probably danced to Natasha Atlas “I put a spell on you” and a short, slower song. I probably wiggled and smilled. I probably needed a second chiffon-skirt under the one I wore. I probably didn’t help the image of bellydance that night. I did get about 5,000 yen in tips on top of pay.

Zilli was Zilli and Alegra took out a palmtree with her veil.

There were snacks and I got out of there after smiling and making a few words of small talk before my Japanese “failed me.”

Ah, Alegra alegra alegra. How little you knew and how much you tried to hide it.

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